Best Sixty Six Poems
Sixty-Six years ago today a very naïve farm-boy left the Hoosier farm,
To seek adventure beyond the horizon since farming had lost its charm.
He enlisted in the Air Force, a knight in blue to keep the nation free.
My gosh! Come to think about it, that unsophisticated lad was me!
Since I was only seventeen, I had to get my reluctant Ma to sign for me.
She came from a Quaker background and abhorred all strife, you see.
Pa was ambivalent about the matter - just one less mouth to feed, said he.
I marched off to face the future, another warrior for our family tree!
Harassment began once I arrived at the inhospitable induction station.
Docs had me bend over, then stand, turn my head and cough for observation.
They probed and prodded and stuck needles in my arms for inoculation.
Oh! The abject misery and humiliation of it all just to serve my nation!
Next came the swearing-in where I vowed to uphold the Constitution.
A fiendish sarge then assumed command and began his nasty persecution.
"Fergit yer Mom, Dad and Maggie Mae" said he, "Yer butt belongs to me!"
Just hours on duty and I was homesick for the farm, pining to be free!
They put me on a choo-choo to Lackland AFB, Texas, for my basic training.
I was shorn of all hair - by now my enthusiasm and patriotism was waning.
Ah! But when I donned that Air Force suit of blue, I stood proud and tall!
If my pals behind a plow and mule could see me now! I was having a ball!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(c) 2014 All Rights Reserved
That naïve farm boy went on to serve 30 years in the Air Force, retiring
1 August 1978.
Sixty-Six Sixty-Six Ford Mustangs
Rusting on Sixty-Six acres
Of the Mustang Ranch since
Sixty-Six
Sixty-Six parking tickets
attached to Sixty-Six Sixty-Six
Ford Mustangs
Stuck on Sixty-Six acres
Of the Mustang Rance
Sixty-Six Ladies of the Night
Sixty-Six lacy hankies held
In Sixty-Six dainty hands,
Waving at Sixty-Six Deputy Sheriffs
Supervising Sixty-Six County
Tow-Trucks,
Oh those Sixty-Six Poor Unfortunate
Schmucks...
Gonna cost each Sixty-Six bucks
They could'a spent on
Sixty-Six Sweet Sexy hours,
With Sixty-Six Sweet Sexy Gals,
Oh well,
Sixty-Six, "Oh, What the Hell!"s
Testament, Revelation
This darkness creation
His dark disciples transfix
Six hundred threescore and six
His number is feared
In the world of the light
He may be the saviour
Who's wrong, who's right
Six one six
Also in history
To reveal it's reality
Open it's mystery
This numbers power
Makes people react
The righteous blaspheme
Their fears interact
Will there come a day
From Hades they feast
Six sixty six
The number of the beast
Don’t try and trap her,
let her energy run free and soothe you.
Apart from each other we've grown
Time spent with me, away you've thrown
Thanks for letting me drown alone
Right way to learn, to me, you've shown
My people set out sixty-six years and six months ago
Give or take; sure, liberties taken, but I'll give her back,
And if you want, they got a machine with occasional fact,
But back to forbodingly sixty-six years and six months back,
From where it began, when Mrs Mack wheeled out the TV set-up,
A foot tall, a foot thick, the TV-set set on its squeaky-wheeled mount,
Glory glory no more school work, giddily circling our chairs around,
Our eyeballs were gripped on the skittering image with tinnier sound.
Convincible Wilbur met able Orville so hard in the jaw,
It busted Will's hand and broke Orville's maw at their middle-west home,
Both seemed to feel there were no sounder sounds than primordial groans
Freely to rise, free as the sky, free as a soul freed from its bones.
But Wilbur lay dying from making the rounds with the Brahmins up north,
On his deathbed he choked that he swore at the wings of the Flyer he'd croak,
Now cared-for by lawyers, accountants who brought gifts of ink, pens and notes,
His brother said "sign or I'll kill you" I guess as a bit of a joke.
Sixty-six years and six months beyond the Kitty Hawk time,
Mrs Mack wheeled out the TV-set set on its squeaky-wheeled mount,
Glory glory no more school work, giddily circling our chairs around,
Our eyeballs were gripped on the skittering image with tinnier sound.
It felt profound, though what was Neil Armstrong going on about,
"one squawk small step for squawk man one giant leap for man,"
Kind someone thought to pack our flag to plant in the sand,
Stand and admire our airless, desert, promised land!
Sixty-six years and six months beyond when Apollo sat down,
When Mrs Mack wheeled out the TV-set set on its squeaky-wheeled mount,
Glory glory no more school work, giddily circling our chairs around,
Our eyeballs were gripped on the skittering image with tinnier sound.
Garbage truck man breaking for lunch from his garbage pick-up,
Put down his garbage-truck window and threw out a crumpled-up sack,
Landing about by the two yellow lines on the asphalt pitch black,
And half of us asked 'are we there yet?' and half 'will we ever get back?'
Our Company makes both
the Ware and Anti-ware
products needed to be in full
control of your business.
Hacking equipment
and anti hacking equipment
moral and in disent.
S$it our company
has equipment to
find the codes
to every engine, washer dryer
anything with a computer
made after 2017.
It is wrong to do one of the other
but when you see
how people either
want to create or dismantle
what is created to sour the ways of many
you can then see how
this world is both Savage and Sinister.
they would make robot maids
but would you trust them.
man: My automated coffee machine tripped
during leap year: I found out my
secretaries wife
bought the hcking device
that compromised my breakfast.
She said there was a program that
turned "Maid Hazel" into " The Maid from Hell"
the robot with anti- care technolgies.
On program is said to be
"either clean as you go___or__
A$s whipping time"
This is a crazy world man! One crazy Place!
them Tech Guys aint no joke!
Ya'll hear the one about those
twelve strippers at a Joint In Blogga Hoogga wonk-Wonk,
man dude told me them guy slattered the floor
and lefted hugh tips
and told the Gals to
get the C$n and be
pregant. Get the
money while the
money there.
They did all twelve
got pregant
and they don't know the fathers is
but the got the whole
night on tape. They say it was about
Fourty to Sixtty dudes
up in there. Letra and Armonia said
they left out
before
it got to crazy
but Letra said he was on the floor
and was scared that one
them Gals coulld
have his.
That's Crazy man!
That's Crazy!
by
Bizzy The Smogg Protester