Jokingly, I put my head on the ancient chopping block. Suddenly, I quit joking. Fear crawled down my back. What was that other feeling? Ah yes, vulnerable, the helpless feeling that came over me during yesterday’s newscast.

Possibly we deserve the retaliation.  Although I didn’t order the strike, I am an American and America had the poor taste to elect a dangerous thug as its president.  Oh yes, I feel quite vulnerable today.

And now I can’t find who gave the prompt so it isn’t going anywhere.  O Mama Mia!

“It was Nancy!”

Word Salad refers to a phrase

of writings while done in a daze

by tortured souls on vacation

from reality’s stagnation.

Besides, it’s ever so fun

to let one’s ink pen run

–or e’en allow one’s own mouth

to spit out these words uncouth.

So from the loony bin atop the hill,

here’s my midnight rantings spill:

Let’s see–now I’ve said it, what’ll I do?

In tune with trends in our nation

I’ll usurp truth’s validation

and tell you I’m fine and losing weight.

Funny, I wasn’t religious til I seen

the Anti-Christ on the golf course green.

I’m scared to turn on the teevee for fear

I’ll see me on there, shedding a tear.

Their algorithm aimed at all,

like a well-aimed bowling ball.

Now suspicious of my  Facebook Friend,

perhaps this year will see the end.

Hope not.  Where there’s a lucid will

there’s a way, they say….Much more

fun not to have to rhyme, they also say.

Had a nightmare. I heard Trump say

“Tis the morning of Aquarius!”  I know

what that means….Not.

Maybe it’s just a fly by night discovery, but it was true today so I thought I’d share it.

I was headed for a fairly big depression–big for me, that is–and I even shed a tear or two.

Then I had to tend to my blog, of course, and a post required a “bird in hand,”  so I clicked on bird images.  And spent perhaps 30 minutes of the best anti-depression therapy I ever received.  It was beauty that did it.  Gorgeous, gorgeous, gorgeous.  I’d like to know if  it works for anyone else out there.

          There’s so much bitterness, hate and rage washing over America and much (most?) of the world today that I think we need a new target to drain away the poison numbing  our hearts. That’s why I think maybe we should renew our belief in Satan, and let the dam overflow down the River Styx and sink hell in the universe’s sewer, and leave a space for love.

Image: Manish Dhru on Pexels

Just marvelous–all of it. Thank you for penning and sharing. I’m reblogging