Monday, October 10, 2016



The quadrennial national 
Pageant is on.
Candidates flaunt 
Their wigs and mascara.
Lungs are blowing hot 
Air and tongues slither 
Flinging grandiose plans 
And evaporating hopes.

The five o’clock newsies 
Are doing their part
Spoon-feeding shut eyes 
And clogged hearts,
The daily dose 
Of shootings and mayhem,
And philandering tearing 
Our nation apart.

Bytes are on prime time
Eyeballing the flood 
Of refugees at the border
Interviewing buried children 
And showcasing 
Retrofitted soldiers.

Candidates continue 
To stretched the truth.
Copulations continue 
In the stock exchange.
Sewer rats sniff 
Their way to the bank 
And we settle 
For business as usual again…

A worldwide audience is fixed to the screen.

© 2016 jjméndez

Saturday, October 1, 2016

SAND CASTLES by jjméndez

       Sand Castles

There’s an overgrown
orange-faced gnome 
wrapped in our flag.

He roams unrestrained
on the political scene
flaunting the fluff 
in his swollen head

And he goes about
spreading his hate 
as he laughs 
on top his soapbox
and randomly 
shoots from the hip 
his usual litany 
of cynical quips.

This mess of a gnome 
preys all too well on 
the naive who live
uninformed and 
in confusion. He
claims they all
are fair game 
and easy to please 
with his diatribe 
of mudslinging 
and vilification
for those who dare 
to differ with him.

It’s inevitable
as history
usually tells
karma and reason
Will soon have 
their turn in the sun

And this warthog- 
faced gnome will 
soon self-destruct 
in his own festering mire
of immature rants 
and childish fits.

And we’ll finally see 
his  castles of sand 
crumble and fall 
deep in a hole… 

And the world 
will sigh once 
again with relief.

© 2016 jjméndez