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A Hater’s Holiday

The room was bright, the sun was up as he groaned and opened his eyes

His all consuming addiction to hatred left him hungover as last night’s anger lit up the night skies

Because now all that fake holiday spirit was thrust again on the public and someone has to pay

He’s learned to despise this season with all the plastic decorations, prejudiced well wishers and Santa’s faded sleigh

Forget the fact that kids might for a short time believe in something good

Their parents should concentrate only on his philosophy, understand he’s right and then he won’t be misunderstood

He was dealt a bad hand by being one of the chosen few born a free-thinker in the USA

Preaching regularly he renounces all capitalism as that only leads to society’s decay

Longing to be recognized as a freedom fighter and rally the socialist ranks to overthrow the government oppressors

His persona had been formed early by public education and pretentious leftist professors

Harshly passing judgment on those saps trudging to work every day to earn a living wage

Serving only to fuel his inner resentment of having no bankable skills or sense of responsibility both stoking his barely controllable rage

And now he has to listen to those unauthentic holiday greetings and wishes of good will

Well, he has news for those chumps. A revolution is coming and this ain’t Whoville

Laughing to himself, he knows who’s right and those despicable fools can sing Jingle Bells around their pathetic celebration

Content in his knowledge it’s only a matter of time before this yearly occurrence falls victim to cancel culture politicization

This Birthing Person Hasn’t Been To Europe Either

The clock clicked over to 5:45 in the morning and the alarm began it’s annoying beep

It was time to start the day, the night had been short but there were obligations to keep

Make the coffee, feed the cat and make the lunches for the kid’s one day a week at school

Quietly laughing at herself that she sounded like her mother with yesterday’s “say so” rule

The routine needed to be kept, there were no time allowances for car repairs, a plumber or a doctor’s visit for a cough and a runny nose

What used to be considered just a cold now required examination, testing and waiting for a clinician to diagnose

Her husband couldn’t be a lot of help as his sales job kept him stressed and on the road

She’d taken a part time job at the local bank so juggling her kids activities and her job were required just to take in more than they owed

Purchases were mainly for food, clothes for the kids and to keep the lights burning

A new wardrobe for herself was out of the question but wearing a new sweater over her three year old dress would would stay in budget for what they were earning

No, she hasn’t been to Europe but a four day weekend in Panama City would be a real treat

What was once a spur of the moment, beer fueled getaway would now be considered a luxurious retreat

So this so called birthing person trudges on in her daily grind but wouldn’t trade her life for any other

Because in spite of the scraped knees, teachers conferences and any number of sweltering ball games she is still proud to call herself a mother

Horton Hears A Commie

The speck of dust floated past as Horton cooled in his pool

Tiny voices were screaming obscenities from the dust to cancel books from their preschool

Horton’s big heart was saddened as he was sure the Sneetches were behind all this fuss

These Sneetches appointed themselves as knowing what’s best for everyone and that is what really disgusts

They felt chosen as they alone had the ear of their new puppet leader who hides in his basement

The Sneetches knew they had to cancel everything they didn’t like before this stammering ruler needs a replacement

Horton was just not sure what to do about this new group of angry Sneetches

They all felt they had the right to dictate everyone’s thoughts as they lived behind their walls on their private beaches

The old Sneetches had a star on them that once removed they all became decent creatures

But this new group had no stars just an angry attitude, an ignorant philosophy and yet appointed themselves as omnipotent teachers

“These books are bad,” they screamed. “We reserve the right to cancel any thought outside of ours”

The Sneetches now masquerade as normal people as they don’t have any identifying stars

Horton has heard what happens when books are banned

Little creatures are squashed as an elite few become rulers of the land

The more you read, the more things you will know

The more that you learn, the more places you will go”

Horton knew that from books he had read

So he thought hard what to do with that dust speck before his nation was mislead

Suddenly a great idea came to him before the whole country was exposed to this disgrace

He sucked that dust particle into his trunk and with all his might blew that speck into outer space

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