Hush Hush Baby Don’t You Cry

Muggles in struggles with bears;
The old man can’t get up the stairs;
Can I get a hallelujah?
I ain’t gotta go to Ashtabula,
As if any of you readers even cares.

Of course, contrails connecting are real;
Didn’t you viscerally love Mrs. Peel?
Can I get an amen?
I never want to see her again;
Are milady’s eyes aquamarine or teal?

But then they took her off life support;
Can’t find answers in congress or court;
Can’t I ever get out of here?
Cried all out, haven’t a tear.
Tout le monde se morte.

Maryland to Austin to Florida;
CNN, KXAN, ABC, and la dee dah—
Where the hell are the parents?
Drown ye bastards in your Kardashian currents—
So blasé; all that night wailing by Mama and Papa.

About Kitt

Sometimes a rhyme or couplet wanders across my consciousness. So, I share it. Other times I'm a hospice social worker; others, a Dad; others, southerner, New Orleanian, cajun enthusiast, voter, and on better days, a not-too-awful-poet/rhymster. Welcome to my page. Enjoy.

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