Devilish, like ancient seeds, the sown fields please with ease, and each September the rains grow and fall river Massachusettes is bringing the bride, to Massachusetts like surly swindled brides, one married, one dead, the mother-in-law, fettered in bed.
NOT SIGN HOUSING BILL
ELECTION COMMISSION KILL
TRUMP DOES WHAT HE WILL
The first offense
Was enacted through violence
Too little to comprehend
Adults needed my silence
I learned to stuff the pot
It wasn't difficult at first
But many years of sorrow
Brought my pressure cooker to burst
The person present when it happened
Experienced all the anger on reserve
He got splattered with matter
Even Satan, himself, did not deserve
Patterns and politics about delivery
Can never be a part of broken hearts
Domestic violence is the ride
The finishes at the point it starts
Who is to bear the pain of yesterday
And carry the aftermath of today
It is the co-dependent needing value
Who seems to never have the courage to say
...STOP IT!!!
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-23-2026
there was a young cad named Bill
who liked to chase blondes for a thrill
one night it was said
with a lass in bed
she said you are juxtaposed with a brunet named Jill
the bill collectors are on the phone
I know it is them
It says scam likely
I refuse to answer it
what would I do?
tell them the truth?
No one wants to hear it
some people say send a dollar a month
I would be paying debt back until I am 145 years old
I stare at the phone
feeling stressed out
as it continues to ring
If the dress fits then ware it.'if the mess hits, then share it..The best advice is give
It a try, why take all the blame? Just be spry.' When next comes time to test-ify
Thats if you are bill-ary clinton? Just in
In this note, and as a bye; the bye.)
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Not the refined ideal version
imagined in the dead of night.
Not the best moments or your carefully crafted persona
but the raw, untamed, slightly bruised
and beautifully imperfect you.
The wind carries the seed of that truth
planting it deep within the soil of my soul.
It might take time to blossom,
to push through the hardened earth of expectation,
but it is there.
And in our shared quiet moments,
the world dissolves and the noise subsides~
I hear it again, a steady, unwavering hum:
You are enough. Just as you are. Now.
Last week, my houseplant (his name is Bill)
claimed he invented chlorophyll.
He uses it, he said, to absorb light.
As ideas go, that's pretty bright.
"Good idea, champ", I said,
then forgot to water him. Now, he's dead.
albo has gone war past far..This lego-slation has a real low down bar, i reckon
It could be hurdled by a frillnecked lizard
And could be turned against anybody.'
There is just no limit.' I one nation becomes a targed.? I hold that wrong.' No
They are not my choice; but freedom is ouy greatest need.'
A meaningful discussion on our very first date
art, literature, music, fine wine
O, it was most definitely first-rate!!
Though he didn’t kiss me goodnight
I don’t see it as ironic
Seeing as how our relationship’s
‘strictly platonic’
Comedian Bill Cosby
Worked hard like a bee
A black white and blue
clear in his amazing show
I
The forest of generations
Each tree with a tale to tell
Upon the rings of their foundations
Where each history dwells
Tress of new and trees of old
Wear leaves like feathers
To display their colors in bold
A culture’s greatest treasures
Peaceful lives preserved
Fallen seeds writing new histories
Until the process was disturbed
By unexpected naval deliveries
A new species brought aboard
And spread among the trees
Where years’ traditions are stored
We’ll replace them with these:
That eat away at the leaves
Like a caterpillar without a cycle
These cultural thieves
Stole with greed on their arrival
Although some free of evil
Just a species displaced
A threat to the people
When their local culture’s defaced
As they die away
Their colors become one
A global shift underway
Their histories undone
For every leaf that falls
A culture’s dead and gone
Hearing the distant calls
As we approach the dawn…
Frim the first of January Texans must comply, in order to access internet
Services I am informed.' Whether reliably
I do not know..)
Peco's Bill
Has A Giant White
Hat Or Something.
I Could Easily Look
It Up, But I Don’t
Want To.
I Almost Did
Because I
Wondered If
His Name Even
Has An
Apostrophe.
Well, That's Too
Much...
I've Ruined The Flow.
Anyway, So With
All The Information
Entirely At Our
Disposal, You'd
Think It'd All
Be So Easy,
Right?
*******************
I'm Asking You
PECOS' BILL!
***
Some Or Other
Night.
-Gray Squirrel
09-30-2025
Balancing accounts, my most hated chore,
Invoices piling higher than ever before.
Lists of too many charges haunt me today,
Lamenting the weight of each bill to pay.
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