Older Poems from the Pen of Olan L. Smith

Get a Grip

Get a Grip

©2010, Olan L. Smith

Reality bites—so get a grip

But Mr. Ahmadinejad—news flash—

We did not fly our aero planes into our shining, towering, financial obelisks

We had a balanced budget and a reasonable Dow—9,605

And a buffoon as President—

Believe me we do not destroy our monetary market

Or attack our homeland to make gains—

So, get a grasp on reality.

But, we did the insane—we sank the Maine

To make war against Spain—

Before you gush judgmental—

We acted in haste about something accidental!

We did the same in 1812

Fought a war out of season

And for no reason—a treaty was signed by the King

And then there is Iraq's

Invisible nuclear stockpiles—

A conspiracy?

Rumors abound after Pearl Harbor

"FDR did it to go to War!"

Creating dead heroes—

Sure—we manned the Japanese fleet 

and flew their Mitsubishi A6M Zeros―

Get a grip.

We do these things all the time—

Don't look now—you are unzipped

Your brain dangles between your legs when you take a dump

So, don't give me your biased crap

And if you are one of those conspiracy dudes who spouts his mouth

Move to Iran and spew out—and see how long you keep your tongue—

You're losing your grip.

LBJ kills JFK—

The Mafia assassinates the President—

No, Castro is to blame, or so they claim—

Grasp what is real, please.

Headlines reads, "Apollo 11 Landing on Moon is a Hoax!"

"And we're walking, and we are walking..."

Yes, conspiracies do occur—

I will concur—

Do not forget the Dreyfus Affair—

Who knows for sure about Roswell?

And Area-51? Those and other ideas are fair.

But then there are the Lizard People who are our leaders—

Surely anyone can see—

The resemblance of George Herbert Walker Bush's smile

And compare it to a lizard, right?

And Prince Charles he looks like a reptile—

Get real—don't forget the 1960's purple people eaters.

What were those guys singing about?

Truth— we like to gossip

And be anecdotal

About people behind closed doors plotting,

Dotting their "eyes"

And crossing their "tees"—

Conspiring to drive us insane—

Would it be we were so bright?

Get a grip, take a stand for truth and what is right.

Until you prove it—

It is just chitchat—idle rumors—empty ideas, fodder for our enemies—

Get a grip,

And we are walking, and we are walking right out the UN door.

(A/N: I wrote this about 2010 as a rant against conspiracy theories.)