D is for Donut. I prefer one with my morning cup of jo.
A little sugar sweet with  my caffeined bean and I am good to go.

Good morning baby, how did you sleep? I hope you slept well and do not Doze
On the job, the kids, the first pew at church or as you’re driving on the road.

D is for Don’t: Don’t ever shortchange YOU.
And be mindful to do unto others as you’d like to be done unto you.

D is for Dunce. Don’t be a dunce or act like a drumpf.
Ditch the funk to become an egotistical, self centered punk.

D is for DO — as in DO your job! Ol’ Congress get’s a D.
Paul Ryan’s dancing with defiance and making bleak history.

D is for Deny. Lies from the mouth create a documentable stench of pollution.
So the white house is saying nothing as it pertains to the case of  ‘Russian collusion.’

Lord Deliver us from confusion. The D – is good for that.
The ACA is on the chopping block with the threat of it’s line going flat.

D is for Deal making. There’s a communicative art to doing it.
WH administration needs a course on deals — they’ve been duly screwing it.

Nafta? Canada? Mexico? Just who are we leaving?
The commander in chief is a whole lot of hot air and gutteral heaving.

D is for the devil in the details…
Are we in a hand basket on our way to hell?

These D’s are on the table;  these D’s are capitalized.
These D’s are the Dumb ass moves that will play their part in tomorrows cries.

These D’s are just alphabetized thoughts that I woke up with – on my mind.
Likely because I fell asleep to CNN’s satellite grind.

Thank God for a new Day! I’m awake and I have Duly changed the channel,
I’m Qui
on These mid-week D’s… because there’s nothing we can’t handle.

Time to get on These D’s….