Day: October 3, 2024

He met her on a dating app
Didn’t know she was a
Logic-lacking Leftist
Suffering from advanced
Trump Derangement Syndrome
She rabidly spewed her
Leftist nonsense on the date
Tired of her womansplaining
The biased spin and all the lies
The date didn’t last a minute

Bob Boyd

Everybody thought my older brother was the nicest guy.
They didn’t know he had a nefarious darker side.
He had weaned himself on gangster movies.
He always rooted for the bad guys and booed the cops.
His main ambition in life behind his charming persona
Was to be a made man in the Mafia.
He tried to sign up in big city Boston.
Was told because he wasn’t Italian he couldn’t join
But could be an associate if he “Make his bones”
By taking out a guy named Sal Marino on the North End.
The hit must have gone badly wrong because
I never saw my gangster wannabe brother again.

Bob Boyd

She loved going to park concerts to hear Celtic music.
She listened to it on the radio and on the internet.
I remember when she died suddenly at age sixty-six
While listening to Celtic music on the radio.
Coincidentally Auld lang Syne was playing
When she said goodbye to this mortal world.

Bob Boyd

He liked going to bars to get in fights.
I always wondered what was wrong with him.
Sometimes he’d win. Sometimes he’d lose.
He often had the blacks and the blues
All over his beaten face and body.
He kept getting into bar fights
Into his too old to fight middle-aged years.
He began losing all his fights
Until he disappeared.
Rumors are rife.
A fight with a wiseguy
And preserved in concrete
Or dumped in the ocean?
A dementia from all the hits to his head
And locked away in a nursing home?
Nobody knows
But for sure
He had many enemies
Who are hoping he’s dead

Bob Boyd