There are a lot of people like me
neither rich nor poor, idling
in the middle who have never wanted
for anything in our lives.
We were reared by parents
who fed us and sent us to school.
We graduated and found jobs
and then moved on to better ones.
We raised families of our own.
We have pensions now
and can pay our bills.
We can buy a new recliner
when the old one breaks.
Which is why I hate to stop
for coffee at Pete’s Diner
and find Mr. Conscience there
sipping his and waiting to ask me
what I’ve done for the poor lately.
He’s an old caseworker who
worked in the projects until retirement.
He volunteers now with a group that
caulks the gaps public grants don't cover.
He never gives me a moment’s peace,
always after me to help a needy person.
He’ll take cash or a check, isn't fussy.
He’s Mr. Conscience and he drives me nuts.
But I wouldn't have coffee with anyone else
after watching the inauguration.
Donal Mahoney
Categories:
caulks, poverty,
Form: Blank verse
There once was a boy from Sauk City
had mandibles toothy and pretty
but when he spoke
his larynx broke
Parental-types said, “What a pity”
So they took him to a physician
who said, “This is an imposition”
he gave the boy a pill
which was designed to kill
and forwarded him to the mortician
The mortician built a long box
to entomb the boy who just squawks
To plug the holes
and keep out moles
he utilized multiple caulks
A most gruesome tale and quite gory.
Does a moral lie in this story?
Would you give me a shout
if you figure it out?
It may lead one into satori
Categories:
caulks, nonsense,
Form: Limerick
Them~
He walks~
He balks~
He hawks~
He squawks~
He caulks~
He stalks~
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
She nags~
She wags~
She gags~
She shags~
She rags~
She sags~
Them ~
Categories:
caulks, life
Form: Free verse