One of our writing prompts this week was "what do I need to shake off?" So easy to answer -- lots of stuff. But primarily I need to shake off the fear of speaking my truth.
Another prompt was "what brings you joy?" Easy again -- rhyming. It's not my greatest joy, of course, but since my brain seems to work in a sing-song sort of way and I spend much of my time knee-deep in music and lyrics, rhyming just comes natural.
My February Resolution is to write every single day, so here is my poem for the week, combining truth and rhymes:
In Honor of Response to the Koch Brothers
If I had 400 million dollars
To spend any way I would choose,
Would I pay to make voters sway my way?
Or would I buy lots of meals and some shoes?
Would I gather with other rich people
And like-minded right wing statisticians,
And deregulate things which won't make me a buck
Like Medicare and CO2 emissions?
Would I command huge fees for my wisdom?
Say, $10,000 a head, plus your lunch?
Or would it be best to share my smarts freely,
Like Jesus, Gandhi and that bunch?
And then would I consider where all my funds went;
A half million to Ryan -- where is it?
I think I would rather build nice little schools
Where I'd get a hug when I visit
Than pay for commercials and tons of junk mailings --
the ephemera of all things political --
So white guys in Congress will do as I ordain.
Sorry, I'm being so critical
But when I am dead and need money no longer,
What will folks point to and say,
"There's what she did; there's the people she loved;
these things are much better today"?
Peace,
Georgie
