Some food for thought:

Take a glance
at the world around you:
The picture of a sad dance
people crying too.
Whay do people hate
people who are weak
and cannot break a plate
and end up on the street?
Why do people think
that people doing drugs
are nor more than a fink
and do not deserve hugs?
Take a peek
at the land beside you:
polluted by a freak
and rapists and murderers too.
Why do people wake
to find thier children dead?
Why can't people take
themselves away instead?
Why, why, why
do people stop and say,
"It's not good to sigh,"
or "It's a happy day."
No day is good
people always die
like the movie "boyz in the hood"
and people always lie
What happened to our land
I can't really say.
It used to be so grand.
I'll think about it one more day.

Kira Sandoval Copyright 2006.

Especially for the Holidays

I just thought that a special poem just for the Christmas holiday would put a smile on everyone's face!! As if the joy of the holiday's isn't enough, LOL!!


Jingle Bells,
Christmas Stinks,
Turkey smells,
and Uncle drinks.
Grandma got run over by a reindeer,
Grandpa doesn't care.
Sissy has a fear
of shaving off her hair.
This is what the holiday's are like,
here at the animal farm.
Daddy want's to be like Mike,
But just broke mommy's arm.
There is no more Snapple,
And of course no more pie.
Johnny's eating an apple,
but got a seed stuck in his eye.
Auntie Em can't find Dorothy,
Johnny's starting to cry.
Jared's dreaming of sorcery,
and Dan just want's to die.
Please do me a favor,
Don't go into the bathroom.
Grandpa lost his shaver,
and mom has got the broom.
Somebody definetly spewed.
I know it wasn't me,
cause everything I'm viewing,
I'm viewing from the tree.
Kira Sandoval copyright 2006