Poem- Joe Biden’s Reaction to Dilbert’s Induction into the American National Museum of Art

Now I never was a big funny paper guy but
my dad was and he was laughin’ one day at this guy.
He told me, “Joey, this Dilbert comic’s so funny!
You gotta read it,” and I read it.

Now I never was a big funny paper guy but
my dad was damn right, he really was.
It was real funny, it really was.

The older I got, the more I realized why Dilbert.
Now I never was a big funny paper guy but
my dad was talkin’ to my boys, Beau and Hunter.
He’d show ‘em Dilbert, but they didn’t get it.
“Funny cuz it’s true,” my dad’d say.
“Funny in time,” my dad’d say.
Not a joke, he said that. This isn’t an exaggeration.

The older I got the more I realized why Dilbert
didn’t care for the administration. Too old. Too stupid. Too
me, it sounds like he wanted a hotshot with a cold scold.
Now I never was a big funny paper guy but,
Like my dad, I’d shown Beau the daily Dilbert, but he’d never laugh.
Never laugh at the middle-class workin’ man.
Never laugh.

Like somethin’ was always wrong with his brain.

The older I got, the more I realized why Dilbert.
Why, no matter what, regardless of your race, your gender, your creed, your
child will suffer in peace;
Beau never got that.

No, really, he never did. That’s the truth.I’mNotJoking.ThisIsn’tanyExaggeration. Studies show….

My dad told me, “The developed would start developed.”
But that’s not true, folks. No matter what, the house that I had built,
The sons that I’d built,
They creep in your heart to see who they played ball with
in the tough times in their life.

In the tough times, I realized why Dilbert
never liked me.
I found that through all the tough times in my life,
that my son would be standing here, not me.
He wouldn’t laugh.
Studies show he couldn’t.
Studies show he can’t.

That’s why I’m running.
So my son can run with me.
Can work with me.
Can learn with me.

Can laugh.

Can live.

–Kevin Flors

This is a poem I originally wrote in a workshop for my school. It takes great inspiration from a poet who writes about politicians reacting to artworks using their voice as a persona. The name of this poet, unfortunately, evades my memory and vast Internet search (seriously this bothers me and I do greatly apologize for not being able to find this catalyst for this poem).

Also, this poem does absolutely not claim to accurately portray Joe Biden’s viewpoint on his presidential running or his family or anything that makes the mind of Biden. This poem is not meant to be politically favoring or biased towards any side (and if it is perceived as either, I do apologize).

Lastly, my book, oT eB evilA, is officially out on Amazon! Thanks to all of those who have supported me and my projects, whether by purchasing a copy of my book or by simply reading the poems I post here. Also, the preview videos for the book (accompanied by audio) are all on my YouTube channel.

 

 

Chasing Ghosts

Chasing Ghosts

Dark and cedar-stricken woods
that rape my mind in vulnerable positions
I’ve missed you, ya know?
But what do I know?

You probably runnin’ across branches and vines
without a care in your world
for the grief I’ve become.
Remember when we climbed that big tree over there
and you’d always awe our courage whilst yelling
“Get down from there!” fearing hospital bills.

I miss those days…

Please, if you hear this show me a sign!
Anything!

Figure
standing here is so hopeless
but I have no hope left to lessen.
Every night I dreamt you near me
comforting me, but I’ve forgotten your voice
your manner
your you.

And I wish Joey hadn’t stolen all the tapes of you
so I could watch them until you’d jump from the TV I stare at daily
and help me
live
again.

-Kevin Flors

Picture from Pexels

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