This shell

Look at the shell, pretty but vacant
Don’t get too close, the illusion is fragile
Closer inspection finds the flaws and fractures
What appeared hollow is instead full of darkness

Listen to the cries, but never hear the message
Praise the victims, but don’t let them air outrage
Destroy monsters without seeing they were victims
And then tell me you love me and won’t do this to me

I’m an animal caged by fear and expectation
If I fail, I’ll be destroyed like any other monster
This is my fate given at birth, and I never escaped
But somehow I must find happiness in this trap? How?

Look at this fine shell, riddled with scars
The soul inside is so old now and withered
There is no hope for cures, or for forgiveness
There is only helpless rage for a life I can’t steer

Completely Random Bad Poetry Day: Sarah

My name is Sarah and I’m here to stay
Don’t have much to say, but I’ll shout it all day
Don’t ask me questions, or get in my way
You do that pal, and there’ll be hell to pay

I resent people who come off as smart
I hate science, diversity, Democrats and art
I wrote a book and it shot up the chart
A miraculous feat for a book with no heart

Of course I don’t believe half the shit I say
But I say it and they clap, and I take home my pay
What harm did I do at the end of the day?
You can’t really change things with words anyway

But I would like more power, that would be nice
And next time, I’m thinking of dropping the vice
Next time I’ll wing it, but not skate on thin ice
For me that ivory post is worth any price

The one thing that keeps me awake at night
Is my quest to completely take over the right
Rub out the left, at least remove them from sight
But the media won’t help me, oh what a plight

I’ll write yet more books; yes, that’s what I’ll do
Rupert Murdoch will let me broadcast my view
With him I can do print books, and a Fox interview
And look, now I can also Twitter with you

I might have to shoot a few wolves here and there
Then bemoan my gun rights like I really care.
Shoot wolves from the ground? No I wouldn’t  dare
Get a chopper up there, where it’s safe in the air

My name is Sarah, and I won’t go away
I want to stamp out abortion, and spit on a gay
I want all of you to do everything I say
So make me your leader for eight years, okay?