The little you had
was taken away
Cause the lack of appreciation
makes for depreciation effect
Goodbye to good times
say hello to nevermore
In all things be vigilant
therefore
Tuesday, May 14, 2013
Saturday, May 11, 2013
Mr. and Mrs.
They are Mr. and Mrs. Frugality
They may spend a lot of $$$ on toilet paper,
but they do not buy shit.
Their shadows shall not touch
the grounds of a yard sale
nor cross the threshold of Big Lots.
They may spend a lot of $$$ on toilet paper,
but they do not buy shit.
Their shadows shall not touch
the grounds of a yard sale
nor cross the threshold of Big Lots.
Friday, May 10, 2013
The Problem in Palestine
The thicker the marker,
the more its staying power.
Boundaries traced in blood,
bleach is vexed to lighten.
the more its staying power.
Boundaries traced in blood,
bleach is vexed to lighten.
Wednesday, May 8, 2013
More Bangs for Your Bucks
The medium of television is primerrily a medium of noise
Noise catches audience's attention
The entry points into TV programs out of commercials;
the exit points into commercials into TV fare;
are primerrily almost always introduced by explosive sounds.
If these burps and farts were no existent, you'd probably fall asleep
If canned laughter were not pervasive,
you'd probably sit somber through the sitcoms.
More bangs for your bucks keeps TV prosperous
The result of any given 3 hour watch is that the senses turn gummy
and you are amply programmed
Just you see, Professor Higgins, trun off the contraption off for a week,
and you'd be amazed of how dramatically your life will fall to pieces.
Monday, May 6, 2013
Hat's Off
A beret is a hat. Bonnets are hats
Yarmulkas and helmets are hats as well
A wig is a hat made of human hair
Those best served by hats are we who are bald.
I am proud to be bald.
Day and night, my dome shines bright.
Coincidentally, did you know?
Josef Stalin liked his women's head shaved clean.
Yarmulkas and helmets are hats as well
A wig is a hat made of human hair
Those best served by hats are we who are bald.
I am proud to be bald.
Day and night, my dome shines bright.
Coincidentally, did you know?
Josef Stalin liked his women's head shaved clean.
Sunday, May 5, 2013
Revolving Doors
To allow temptations to entice or flee from them.
To sin or not to savor rush, the tremors
of forbidden fruit the lust to know
the taste death
Liars are thieves and that's a fact!
Liars would con Truth if they only could
Three times over, Truth they'd kill.
Smart thieves move up the ranks,
and murderers start out liars.
To do or knot. Revolving doors
are each and every one of us
To sin or not to savor rush, the tremors
of forbidden fruit the lust to know
the taste death
Liars are thieves and that's a fact!
Liars would con Truth if they only could
Three times over, Truth they'd kill.
Smart thieves move up the ranks,
and murderers start out liars.
To do or knot. Revolving doors
are each and every one of us
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Poor Mr. Trout
Swimming in the arts
cold stream swimming
eyes and heart
mountain jumping streaming.
Snowballs from high
where Colorado curvature
meets the curvature of sky
Swim, you rainbow lips quick to bite
Kaleidoscope fan your tails, you scales, through currents
where ice melts slower than summer cometh.
Suck in breath, you flapping gills,
over highways of river pebbles.
The will to eat the swim to eat
Totems be the last of ye,
pale face included,
chest high in rubber boots.
Line, flies and net fry catch.
Sun drops. Stars candelabra forward,
caroling icicle variations on a quintet theme
by Franz Composer Schubert.
cold stream swimming
eyes and heart
mountain jumping streaming.
Snowballs from high
where Colorado curvature
meets the curvature of sky
Swim, you rainbow lips quick to bite
Kaleidoscope fan your tails, you scales, through currents
where ice melts slower than summer cometh.
Suck in breath, you flapping gills,
over highways of river pebbles.
The will to eat the swim to eat
Totems be the last of ye,
pale face included,
chest high in rubber boots.
Line, flies and net fry catch.
Sun drops. Stars candelabra forward,
caroling icicle variations on a quintet theme
by Franz Composer Schubert.
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