No jack-of-all-trades
but master of one
it's safe to say
the combination spun
Jack was a safecracker
had it down pat
and a crackerjack
cracksman he was at that
not a people person
he'd sneak down halls
more a steeplejack
and shinny up walls
jimmy a window
then with stealth
jewels unload
remove the wealth
crack the code
find the fault
turn the tumblers
open the vault
locks he'd smash
break the bank
relieve the loot
of locked stashed cash
one can of soup to give will not hurt me
one bowl of rice to offer will not break the bank
one loaf of bread will not terribly lighten the load
one bottle of water will not move me to any type of tears
a smile from a struggling mother quenches my everything
a hug from a starving child satisfies any need i have for fulfillment
a struggling family's nourishment is worth each sacrifice that i am led to make
a mother and child living to see the next day makes me know my own tomorrow is worth it
Crash down softly, where the red crush deepens
Charming, snatch your cherries from the stem
Rude health walking in the greenburst showers
Weather wonders whether she's with him.
Then fly downhill for the lost sensation
Climbing with a shudder back up fell,
Rainjacked half smiles and a skywide feeling
Rush to hunker down the shattered elm.
She could suffocate the hyacinthes
Breeding and pervading every pore
Skim-stop stones among the lead-tipped peril
Breathing once again in semaphore.
They play catch perhaps, a shimmy in slow motion
Every brush a shock to seek again
All fall ragwards in the bluebell clusters
Laughing, shrinking, knowing... something.
Jill woos butterflies while you play Hamlet
Cradling a half-brick in your hands
Grass-stained livery that can't stay forever
Sedge bonfire from nowhere and that hound.
Who'll tell grandma that the wolf has eaten?
Who'll break the bank for just a dare?
Leave mudboots ashamed to save twelve seconds
Gunning for the best seat in the lair.
When I think of Linda broken down car
I think of my nephew
From the look of things
Her blue 2001 Honda Civic
Is in mint condition
New tires
Battery operated
Nice body
Always shiny clean
But like my nephew
Her car has a head problem
She is frustrated with her car
Because its not reliable
Gone are the days when the car
Was brand new like a baby
And would response to her every needs
She is afraid that when the red light comes on
That she will be abandoned
She has consulted with car doctors who told
Her that its repairs will break the bank
But she has max out her credit cars
She will not say that she is emotionally attached
But she is trying to save the car
I told her that her car is like a child
Like my nephew who needs saving
But with human life he cannot be replaced
Like a car
But she said that a cat is cheaper
He can only find oil by opening a can of sardines.
By hoping to make money, he employs some strange means.
He takes his metal detector, and wanders along the beach.
Is there some buried treasure well within his reach?
With almost any IPO, he buys big blocks of stock.
Sooner or later, he goes down the street to pawn and hock.
This individual thinks he can break the bank in the casino.
With any sense, he knows this isn’t the way to go.
The way he rolls the dice leaves plenty of room for doubt.
His bankroll goes down the tubes with each seven out.
Lottery tickets are purchased at the corner store by the bunch.
He thinks he has the winning number. There is always a hunch.
The morning after the drawing, there is usually disappointment.
He is always aiming for the penthouse, but winds up in the basement.
Does this individual’s description have familiarity?
That is a person who reeks with gullibility.
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