R L Kilgore
Jul 23
Ah, the satisfaction,
The gratifying pleasure
And delectable sport
Of disabusing, proving
Superiority of knowledge
Over the opponent -
A friend, acquaintance, bumbling
Dunce, avowed enemy,
Nemesis, no matter.
Ah, the satisfaction.

How dare the suffered fool
Assume the elitist’s pose
To judge my intent,
Presume my ignorance,
Disabuse a deft
Thought, slip of the tongue,
Momentary lapse
Of lucidity.
A ruse I’ll not forget
Pompous, arrogant fool.

                      rlkilgore

rlkilgore@chartertn.net 

Jul 23
The Storm of Galveston
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We hear of the arsonist,
A fireman who sets the fires
And then is on the scene to be the hero.
We hear of the hospital orderly
Who alters the patient’s fluids
To create an emergency,
A cardiac arrest, so he can resusitate
And gain the accolades bestowed.
We hear of the merciless storm,
The Hand of God personified,
Tearing asunder lives of those
Who, then in misery, prayerfully
Beseech their lives be restored.

                          rlkilgore

rlkilgore@chartertn.net