Share Music with Coco the Cow

With moms, there’s a way to check in 

Sans text or (God forbid) speaking

Send random video’s

I believe I should know 

I’m the mom- on the receiving end. 

                              ~ 

A beluga in a tank kowtowed

Music played in a field for a cow…

Behind a barbed wire fence 

A captive audience

Music’s savage muse- it’s a thing now

                                ~

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<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/savage/”>Savage</a&gt;, 

A Question for My Fellow “Libtards” 

Although I know we don’t all agree

Nothing of you is lesser than me

I don’t question your wit

But what language is it

That we speak in the land of the free?


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<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/pluck/”>Pluck</a&gt;

Days of Murky Politics

**Fair warning: philosophical and political musings expressed here are tainted with liberalism. 

Today is June 17, 2017, and as has been the case since November 9, 2016, there is an over abundance of news available for me to slant into my (correct) position: 

  • Donald Trump is now officially under investigation yet he continues to tweet himself into a corner. 
  • Ivanka, beautiful leader of the faux feminism movement, is now too under investigation.
  • Trump continues to ignore the emoluments clause spending 1 of 3 days as president at a Trump property… there’s more, always.

Rather than a specific event, today I choose to complain in general, about how we got into this fine mess (aside from Russia). 

Regardless of the chaos in the world today, only half of the American population has an opinion with regards to politics, the other half is blissfully ignorant. (I too was happy once.) Of the opinionated half, party affiliations are deeply rooted. That doesn’t stop constant attempts by both sides to dig each other up for replanting. 

I don’t expect to change opinions of those who have them, and I’m not interested in an argument. I would like to plant a seed of thought in the minds of the politically disinterested. (Not unlike what a person forming cult would do—which I am not.)

Human beings are as selfish a species as any other. We protect our selves and our own above all else. It is a dog eat dog world out there, and we all want to feed our dogs first. (I don’t really know what that means.) I’m trying to say we can not do for others if we are struggling to do for ourselves. 

This is a common but subjective philosophy. It can be said that a paycheck to paycheck existence prevails at every income level. The more we make the more we spend. There is never enough money. 

This is why no one wants to pay taxes, because we need every penny we earn, but unless we are among the Donald Trump’s of the world, we do pay taxes.

For example, if the muffler falls off my car, it’s a big deal for me. I punch my steering wheel, curse my ancestors, and then pull out my credit card hoping it won’t be declined. I whine about how unfair life is…woe is me, and then I call Lyft in order to fulfill my Sisyphean lifestyle. (Uber is on the grab your wallet list.) 

Miserable people (whom I try not to emulate), focus their thoughts on those who have more money to throw at their problems. If Donald Trump’s muffler falls off, he probably fires his driver. Others who are more well off than I might buy a new car. But what about the other half? 

The compassionate sect (sect? maybe I do harbor a subconscious desire to start a cult) consider people without cars, people without bus fare, people without a job to go to. Focusing on those who have less makes it easier to realize my life isn’t that bad…(I sincerely apologize to my steering wheel and ancestors for the verbal and physical abuse they frequently suffer.)

Let’s change that muffler that fell off to an appendix. We all end up in an emergency room when our appendix falls off, and some of us will be devastated because the gold lame string bikini we just purchased for our Fijian holiday won’t cover the new scar, for others among us the medical bills and the unpaid time off work will be the final financial blow that will put us on the streets. 

We pay taxes to pay for things like roads and streetlights, but we also pay taxes because we are not dogs eating dogs. We help each other because—

THERE BUT FOR THE GRACE OF GOD GO I.


Open your eyes and take a look at the people who have less than you. You are not a better person because you have more money. You do not deserve to suffer less because you had a trust fund. Everyone deserves an education. Everyone deserves healthcare. With these thoughts in mind, you need to register to vote, and then vote, and find a way to be blissful without the ignorance.
Here is my final momism for the day- spend less than you make, smell the flowers, and vote ethically by voting out the venal GOP. 
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<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/blossom/”>Blossom</a&gt;

An Early Summer Day’s Dream

Frantic persistent president 

Pestering one and all

Kushner, Coates, Pompéi, Rosenstein,

Sessions—(racist elf screwball)

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Trump had pulled each of them aside 

Late winter, early spring

Asked them inappropriately

To ‘fix the Russia thing’

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That FBI guy James Comey 

Wouldn’t pledge his loyalty

He doesn’t seem to get it— That

“Apprentice” guy…is me!

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I am Donald Trump the builder 

I grab pussys galore

I know Putin, I don’t know him 

I’ve answered this before

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I have deals, no deals with Russia

Putin is watching now

I really hope he’ll tamper 

So I can win somehow

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I’m the worlds worst type of person

Surely you know of one

A narcissist with money and

Two stupid grown up sons

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I have a lovely daughter who

I would really like to date

She’s my image consultant, says:

“Bomb Syria, looks great”

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The popular vote– lost bigly

I’m an electoral president

With a million dollar lawyer 

Who calls me predisent

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Bob Mueller now investigates

On his desk is a thick file

He has me on obstruction and 

Though it may take a while 

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Witness Tampering, and perjury

My crimes accumulate

The big crime I’ll be convicted of

Is Treason… bet you can’t wait

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<a href=”https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/revelation/”>Revelation</a&gt;

U With the Uterus 

Hey! You with the uterus! 

Stop right there!

Drop that insurance card!

Hands in the air!

You suspected pregnancy 

And bought a urine test

Don’t try to pass it off as new— 

The condition pre-exists!

Mammograms and Pap smears

All your women’s needs

You expect them to be covered 

In your health plan? That’s just greed.

Rich old white male politicians 

Won’t vote to subsidize the cost

Of care to keep you healthy here

In America— democracy is lost

Though they all had mothers 

Who birthed them at one time

Do their moms see what happened 

To their Repugnant offspring? It’s a crime.

A tax cut has priority 

Over compassion and ethics

Viagra however— treats a condition 

Which never pre-exists

So, you with the uterus, 

Happy Mothers Day!

Of that uterus, what happens to it— 

By the way, you have no say

Though the senate won’t approve this bill, 

Their version keeps women under attack

Because it’s not orange, no it’s Women 

Women are the GOP’s new black

When Chocolate Cake is Really Beautiful…

“O beauty, passing beauty! Sweetest sweet!  How can thou let me waste my youth in sighs?”  ~Alfred Lord Tennyson.  

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*Warning- the following post may be offensive to people who respect Chocolate Cake.

I’ve taken the liberty of altering just a few of Donald Trump’s comments about women…although he would never denigrate chocolate cake in the same fashion:

“You don’t give a shit if a piece of chocolate cake can play a violin like the greatest violinist in the world. You want to know, what does it look like.”

“A piece of chocolate cake that is very flat-chested is very hard to be a 10.”

“It doesn’t really matter what they write, as long as you’ve got a young and beautiful piece of chocolate cake.”

Pieces of chocolate cake, you have to treat them like shit.”

“Must be a pretty picture, chocolate cake dropping to it’s knees.”

“Grab them by the chocolate cake.”

“When I come home and a beautiful piece of chocolate cake is not ready, I go through the roof!”

“I tell my friends to be rougher with their chocolate cake.”

“For a man to be successful, he needs a beautiful piece of chocolate cake at home, not some cake who is always griping and bitching.”

“You never get to the face because the chocolate cake is so good.”

“Nobody has more respect for chocolate cake than I do.”

Our POTUS – be proud.