Her sign said, “New York or Illinois”.
He stopped immediately, and she climbed in.
Her smile was honest, immediate and amazing.
She was dressed in a long three-tiered skirt.
She had a ring for each finger, and an ankle bracelet.
Her toes had popped out of her flat sandals.
Her hair was as wild as a fighting grizzly bear.
She told a few stories, and then she asked about him.
He was not usually a talker, but they had a five-hour trip.
He opened up and told her everything he knew about himself.
Actually, he told her more than he knew that he knew about himself.
He was totally in love by the time he got her to Illinois.
Two states away from where he had planned to drive that day.
He actually kept driving and took her to New York.
It was the least he could do for himself.
Man Rape
In the charming town of Mertola
there was a painter, a pleasant little man
who painted flowers and tree and augmented
his living by teaching foreigner Portuguese.
A man came wanted to buy a painting, the painter
was glad to show him his work.
The man had evil in his heart and brutally raped the painter
left his atelier and slammed the door shut.
The painter of a pleasant landscape, whose gentle heart
was now full of hatred.
He took an axe, followed the rapist, who, when coming out of the bar,
was hacked to death by the raped.
The painter went to the police turning himself in.
The law, upon hearing his story, had deep sympathy for him.
He got 15 years but didn’t have to sit in prison, they gave him an ankle bracelet to stay at home.
His painting had a darker hue, there are untold dangers behind every tree,
the flowers are venomous, and the sky is dark.
The art world being what it is, loved his work, now he is famous.
Standing too close is very dangerous,
can we tell who carries the disease?
Everybody refuses to pay the price.
No effort is made to obey restrictions;
who really likes to stay inside, be quarantined,
wear an ankle bracelet and be controlled?
Riots, protests, obscenities and bloody faces,
bricks shatter windows, stores burning;
thugs vandalizing, smashing and looting.
Trump threatens and sends in Federal Agents,
Portland's anarchists spread terror;
America is on the brink of social war.
How many children have died?
how many mothers have grieved?
Streets and avenues are filled with blood,
American flags are stepped on and burned,
statues are toppled, monuments defaced.
My cousin is wearing an ankle bracelet because he got in trouble with the police.
He's always getting himself in trouble, his mischievousness will never cease.
He was given the ankle monitor and placed under house arrest.
Just thinking about his situation is enough to make a person depressed.
Don't be like my cousin, never commit a crime.
Because if you do, you'll end up doing time.
(This is a true story.)
I met you in the springtime
In the merry month of May
I didn't care that you were old
Or that your hair was grey
I didn't care you had no teeth
Or that you weighed a ton
I brought you flowers and candy
And then I called you 'hon.'
I didn't care you'd been in jail
For knocking off your spouse
Or that you wore an ankle bracelet
And couldn't leave your house
The fact you smoke three packs a day
And drink a quart of gin
Just made me want to leave my wife
So we could live in sin
But of all the joyous attributes
That you bestow on me
The thing I love in about you the most
Is the fact you won the lottery
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