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Who's Got Time For Politics

Who's Got Time for Politics?

I had the kids in tow,
as I was walking out the store.
A nice lady with a clipboard
enquired who I was voting for.

"I'd like to help you out," I said,
"but I've got a lot to do.
Y'see these two are late for school
'cause we just got jabs for 'flu."

"I have three jobs
and it's testing my endurance.
Sixty hours on the best of weeks
and I still don't get insurance."

"I can't put my kids in day-care
'cause I can't spare a dime.
I barely make slave wages;
of course, no overtime."

"And if I quit one job
I can't get unemployment.
I'm lucky that my partner
is on a third deployment."

"I spend my spare time on the phone 
trying to get prescriptions,
that won't require another mortgage.
It's giving me conniptions!"

I'd packed my groceries in the hatch,
and strapped the kids in tight.
"You're very nice, and you've a job,
and I hope you do it right."

"Sorry I couldn't be more help,
but they're all crooks and lunatics! 
With all this stuff that's going on,
who's got time for politics!"

-	Grim

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Blessing For a Child

May your feet be always guided 
to find a righteous road.
And may your hands be nimble 
to ease a trying load.
And may your ears discern
stories from sincerity.
And may your eyes be clear and bright 
to ascertain all verity.
And may your mouth and tongue
sing joyous truth exquisitely.
And, finally, may your heart rejoice
in love and hope and family.

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The Alternative

The Alternative

In just twenty minutes,
The kids are all grown,
From cradle to college,
With kids of their own.
Still -
It beats the alternative.

Gray hair and wrinkles,
And routine inspections,
More aches and pains,
And pills and injections.
Still -
It beats the alternative.

You're given the news,
To your great dismay,
Another old friend,
Has just passed away.
Still -
It beats the alternative.

May ne'er come the day,
When the pain is so terrible,
That day-to-day life,
Is completely unbearable.
Then -
I'll take the alternative.

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Quirks

Quirks

Lennon and McCartney
Composed a song for harps, 
But neither one was very good
At reading flats and sharps.

DaVinci was a total whiz
at graphic arts and science,
but could he run a marathon,
or wrestle with the giants?

Transformers bring us light,
As Tesla had some genius. 
Yet, he had no business sense,
Thus perished impecunious.

Descartes declared, "I am,"
And Marx united workers,
But when it came to music,
Both of them were shirkers.

Socrates taught others
By making pointed queries.
Although he was illiterate,
We understand his theories.

Lincoln, Ford, and Edison
Are considered rather legend'ry.
But for all of their accomplishments,
They never finished second'ry.

The moral of the story is,
If your marks are wanting,
Do not be dismayed,
It's really not that daunting.

Each soul has its genius.
Each soul has its quirk.
If you follow both of those,
Then your dream can work.

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Next

I really love my Aunty;
Honestly, I do.
Even though she teases me,
I'm sure she loves me too.

My sister had her wedding.
It was quite the fancy do.
Aunty whispered in my ear,
"That will soon be you."

Trish is very pretty,
And Delilah is delightful,
You should get married soon,
Or you'll grow old and spiteful.

Sister had a baby boy,
And we wet the infant's head.
"Get off your tush and have your own!"
So my Aunty said.

"Be married first, of course,
So as not to misbehave.
Then we all can welcome home
Vera, Chuck, and Dave."

Aunty never bore a child,
Nor did she take a mate.
But she'd taunt me with reminders
At each sacrament or fete.

The years went by and father died.
The vicar read the text.
I nudged my dear old Aunty,
"By the way, you're next."

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Imperfect

Imperfect 

Another run
Around the sun
Turn a card
Risk a pun

Jerk a tear
Twist a plot
Hang a cliff
Connect a dot

Suspend belief
Stretch the truth
Plot a hole
Machine deus

Strain a rhyme
(See above)
Time a nick
Triangle love

Weave a web
Break a heart
Misdirect
License art

Another run
Around the sun
One less year
Yet never done

– Grim

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Brick Walls

Brick Walls

One may present some facts,
completely indisputable.
These are soon dismissed,
as being quite inscrutable.

Presenting flawless logic,
with greatest perspicuity
is immediately rejected
because of ambiguity

One may cite, eternal,
laws and codes and precedents.
"That's as well as may be,
but still it shows no evidence."

There'll be no revelations.
No change of hearts appear.
Debating is a waste of time,
To those who will not hear.

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My Deadly Sin

My Deadly Sin

Apathy lets evil win. 
Gossip is among the Ten. 

Cruelty is simply barbarous. 
Three of Seven mentions avarice.

Hell burns hot for hypocrites.
Stygian fates await the bigots.

And may there be little respite,
For the tyrant nor the despot.

These are sins that I abhor,
But, alas, there is one more.
Among them all, it's even worse;
It's penning lists of bad to verse.

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Can't Leave My Damn Home

This was written back when Covid-19 at it's height. As sung to the tune "Can't Find My Way Home," by Steve Winwood/Blind Faith.

"Can't Leave My Damn Home"

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I've binged Game of Thrones,
and learned the xylophone. 
This  has to change. 

Please don't touch your face
And keep six feet away
wear a mask, wash your hands.

I got loads of time
and I just now hoarded wine.
So I'm wasted, 
but I can't leave my damn home.

We're in quarantine
'Cause there ain't no vaccine
Chloroquine's no cure.

Trump is the reason 
We're waiting so damn long.
'Cause he screwed the CDC

And I can't leave my damn home.
No, I can't leave my damn home.
No, I can't leave my damn home.
No, I can't leave my damn home.
Still I can't leave my damn home,
And I ain't killed my kids yet.
But I can't leave my damn home.

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Chains

Wearing bonds invisible
Yet indestructible.

Find them.
Free them.
Bring them home.

Traffick, pimp, and whore,
And some are just next door.

Find them.
Free them.
Bring them home.

Some talk of peculiar institutions,
Others speak of restitutions.

Find them.
Free them.
Bring them home.

Slavery is alive and well today,
No matter what you say.

Find them.
Free them.
Bring them home.