Books by Bobby Q. Budrock
Ode to Trump’s Humble Prayer
Now I lay me down to sleep
God I see no reason why I should weep
Clinton lost and I have won
the big Mexican roundup has begun
Ode to the Great Southern Wall
The wall is funded and ready to go
a great distance of 2000 miles or so
but wait there are problems with the land
more important than shifting sand
the land ownership is not clear
major court ordered delays I fear
THE LAST SUNRISE
If Africa is the origin of the human race
could God have created a more miserable place?
The Sahara creeping south year after year
Man waits for rains that never appear
Dust storms a way of life as the hot winds blow
Snakes, scorpions and spiders the last to go
Clans fighting clans amid the religious strife
all competing for God’s blessing into the afterlife
Ode to the Tiger
I run and run but the Tiger is gaining ground
I glance back and see Tigers all around
I can feel the Tigers dirty breath
And only hope for a very quick death
Anonymous Author
The author wishes to remain unknown
Please assure his cover is never blown
His boss would show him the door
His wife would ensure he died very poor
His lawyer would have him declared insane
His doctor would refuse to treat his pain
Santa Claus would strike him from his list
His daughter would claim he doesn’t exist
Most of all he would be banned from the club
The drinking group at the local Irish pub