“Serendipity: the Opposite of Zemblanity”

Day 16  brings forth poem 16. Serendipity is the term given over by my cousin Ellen for inspiration in my Month of Poems project. Although I tried with every fiber of my being to believe that I could find serendipity in the world at present, there is much to the contrary in evidence. So I found inspiration in another way. I asked the Mighty and all-knowing Oracle at Google what the opposite of serendipity was. Google obliged me. No riddle spoken, but a succinct definition: “making unhappy, unlucky and unexpected discoveries occurring by design” basically an “unpleasant unsurprise”. So, there it is right there. Perhaps, a bit of serendipity after all, finding out that the opposite of the term basically defines the “unpleasant unsurprise” sitting in the White House. I don’t really care what your political leanings are, and I certainly don’t care what you think of mine. The one thing my parents taught me was to not put up with nonsense. I knows it when I sees it. A multitude of complete and utter Zemblanity.

 

 

 

“Serendipity: the Opposite of Zemblanity”

You sir, are a Zemblanity.

Our zeitgeist’s calamity.

The poster child for cowardice,

A model A in avarice.

You have no depth.

No self-respect.

Playground bully.

Privileged fully.

You have the power to help.

But all is withheld.

No leadership skills.

Just lobbyist shills.

No integrity.

You, smother civil liberty.

There is no excuse,

For how obtuse,

Your fascist zeal,

Makes bad deals.

One long run up,

Since January sun up.

You largely suck,

WTF?

 

Winter isn’t coming.

Winter is here.

Cold hardened heart,

Incapable of empathy,

or civility.

Arrogant.

Out of touch.

Tone deaf.

Bereft,

of wisdom.

Petulant child putting people at risk.

Those that are sick.

Good people that need jobs.

You are incapable of conquering the demon of yourself.

Pity.

Pity for you.

Zinging friends and foes,

Anyone opposed.

You have no concept of the higher ideals set forth from founding fathers.

A more perfect union?

If up to you, you’ll bust up unions.

This union.

You can’t make a deal.

You sir, are one big Zemblanity.

Our Zeitgeist’s calamity.

You are the opposite of an alchemist.

Everything you touch,

Turns to orange dust and dung.

 

 

 

 

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