Day: July 11, 2025

Friends and Icons Dead

Old friends have died.
Icons have died too.
Why is it I am still here?
Added years not a plus.
Body and mind aging more.
The risk of increasing woes.
Mobility lessened or lost.
Mind ruined with dementia.
Shut away in an institution.
No longer a life to enjoy.
Death spare me that fate.
Let me join my old friends.

Bob Boyd

Their city became utter chaos.
Their government ignored it.
Like a sinking ship, people left.
A once bustling metropolis,
descended into a sinkhole
of misery, crime, havoc
and a dystopian hellscape.

Bob Boyd

She always had rages.
Often she attacked him.
Once she tried to hit
him with a bat.
Another time she
chased him with a knife.
Unfortunately he had
children with her.
She kept them
from him when he
finally left her.
She slandered him
online to her radical friends.
Said she wanted him dead.
The police warned him
about a plot to kill him.
She had lied to her radical
friends, claimed he had
sexually abused their
three little children.
His name besmirched,
his tolerance exhausted,
his life in jeopardy,
he killed her first and
then killed himself.

Bob Boyd