The Boogie Man By Christine Swiderski
As a child, he was under my bed
I grew and he was in my head.
I read he is everywhere
And who sells my underwear
My dog wags his tail
I learn who he is trying to please
I smile he is happy
It brings me to my knees
I no longer pray for wisdom
I just want my kingdom to come
As a child, I participated
Never expecting to be congratulated.
The right is putting me asunder
Saying I am part of the plunder
The rest of a room is my domain
I will assert myself and make a name
Established within a left, there’s an open spot.
Here ye here ye I am not the boogie man
It is them over the great seas
That are trying to plunder thee!
Catch them if you can
While you are busy I will push
I like the attention and the rush.
You are shown for your misdeeds
My life is mine
You have no idea who I am
You are the true boogie man
Taking my vote for granted
We have become disenchanted
Get with the program
Or I will take a stand
No longer a silent majority
But a pissed off party of many
Limits in terms is a start
The swamp is not just one party
It’s the established hierarchy
Prince Charles has someone dress him
I am no longer paying for
The intimate humidor
Candor is grander
No longer incorrect
Let’s start showing some respect!
I am an adult!
I know who the boogie man is!