I was at this here shindig just the other night
was all duded up and was feeling all right
When this fancy fella saunters over my way
it 'peers to me like he might have something to say
Gawking at my boots, rodeo buckle and band
I guess he figured it out that I worked the land
He tips his wine glass with his pinky sticking out
then begins telling me just what ranching's about
He'd bought up thousands of acres of this cheap land
that used to belong to some worthless Indians
If I wanted real money, I'd be pumping oil
or dig gold, coal or silver from under the soil
He said man it's easy just to get down to it
bring in these machines and rip the prairie to
Waive a little cash and them congressmen aught to
just follow you around like cattle to slaughter
I says hold on there, I'm not sure you understand
so just let me show you what I think of your plan
Us rancher, we have pride in caring for the land
and I introduced him to the back of my hand
I'm sure they won't ask me to any more soirees
none of them snooty people talk to me these days
Because as I walked out I toasted them you see
with a finger sticking out but not my pinky
Bigotry is ignorance
Bigotry is not meeting but maybe one person in a certain category.
Bigotry is categorizing all people into the same box
based on crazy things
like religion, the color of their skin,
even their hair color if you truly get down to it.
How many times have you heard:
all blondes are dumb? All old people are senile? All bald headed men are virile?
Bigotry is no here near pure and simple
It is also not totally absolute or self-assured.
I was once told by Matt who was a racist against Polish people,
“My sister could never marry a Pole.”
I asked “What if the Polish man was super nice?”
It would not matter.
“What if the Polish man was kind to the entire family?”
I would not care.
I got serious now.
This is America after all.
I asked him, “What if the Polish man was rich?”
Here is where things changed.
“How rich?”
“Rich enough to buy you a new car so you would change your mind about him.”
“That would be different, he said,” no bigot at all, when it came to money.
They altered her name to match with his'.
They changed her biological parents to avoid interclan.
Everyone said that it's customary and she has to get down to it.
She quivered like a withered leaf on a cold winter's night - couldn't escape the chillness.
I am just lying around she says
After I get to know her better
I realize she is always lying
around the water cooler
around the lunch room
around the new teachers
around the old teachers
Lying around is what she does best
So when she says it now
I smirk and I am not the only one.
Three or four of us have caught on now.
I notice none of us stay when she begins her tales.
She is the best rocket scientist east of the Mississippi.
She saved her neighbors' lives, but when we get down to it, she didn't.
She is always the heroine in every story we hear while she is lying around.
Others will soon figure it out
Lying around catches up with
you eventually no matter when you do it.
or where...around the lunchroom, or the oldies or the newbies.
Watch for the smirks.
We're all hunter-gatherers when you get down to it
Not just piles of moolah, but pretty things must admit
Just a dozen or so
My prowess to show
Not bragging but well... around town my stuff's a hit
The Media
By Franklin Price
2/21/2016
The Media is quite confused
Finding they can't make the news
The internet's ahead of them
And their lopsided views
Some media Republican
Some are Democrat
The truth is in the middle
Where society is at
The internet will give us news
Eventually the truth
By the time we get down to it
Will be much longer in the tooth
Social sites simply satisfy
Common curiosity
Personal preponderance presented
For other members there to see
Doesn't mean that truth is found
When common ground sought
Just someone else believes the same
We've found ones with common thought
Don't blindly trust the social sites
Or reported news that's slanted
For if it's found, it's not the truth
It's easily recanted
Animals remarkably deal with life and death situations.
They seem to have this unique ability to quickly move on,
and perhaps we could all learn a lesson from them.
When you get down to it, you only really have two options.
You can medically and emotionally surrender to your cancer problem,
or like an animal, you fight like hell and continue surviving.
Cancer is just a word, it isn't a sentence.
In your battle keep telling yourself this over and over again.
Never Give Up! Never Stop Fighting!
Look at cancer as your prey and not you as cancer's victim,
and before you know it you'll bring cancer to its well deserved end.
Get down to it now,
Work without time in your mind,
Put the effort in.
Daddy’s dead
My mother rushed in to tell me to get it over with
I sit thinking about how I never knew the man
My dad was not a God
But he wanted to love me good
I wonder why
I had to lose him at such a young age
I cried in the night
Looking back on the things we never did
Way back then
Way back again
But his funeral wasn't so sad
Everyone was pleased to know the man
And I smiled as they smiled
And laughed along too
We celebrated his will and his whimsy
He never hurt someone intentionally
But things that were so nice
Will stay alive
And when I look way back again
When I really get down to it
It’s like I’m beginning to breathe again
I laugh in the night
Hoping my kids can love me too
And hoping my friends
Can think of me great to the bittersweet end
If then I think my life
Was so great, I wouldn't have to think twice
Gordon Aikman was the director of research,
For the Better Together campaign for the vote,
For the Scottish Referendum so as to search,
Folks hearts until they opted for the unity coat.
Diagnosed with MND June 2014 he immediately,
Wrote about this in The Scotsman regional,
And popularised the MND bucket challenge icy,
By raising the need for research, conditional.
In speeches and articles he gives the simple truth,
That a cure for MND will only be realised and found,
If more research is done, if we get in the booth,
Which necessitates more money being given around.
We have the answer, with a little bit if work,
If we put some effort in and get down to it,
There will be no MND sufferers to just lurk,
In the future there’ll be no cases by MND hit.
God is not in the equation, he has no edifice,
Gordon puts medicine and care as salvation,
Doctors speak the truth and are the kind face,
To sufferers in need of love and consideration.
Deciding upon your beliefs starts here, with this,
With what the body means and its elevation,
And accepting that doctors save, have the fizz,
Makes you sane and able to give in edification.
Whammer, jammer, ball peen hammer
angry clamor, makes me stammer
outside, inside, up and down
fake a smile and make a frown
ram it, lam it, ding dong damn it
jamb the door and loudly slam it
beat it hard and beat it fast
beat it like it like you beat the past
rip it, screw it, get down to it
bite it, chew it, tear right through it
leave it bleeding, leave it there
on the floor without a care
beating slow, but beating still
my feeble heart, my iron will
Urban nightfall and dreams grow in the city
This town has proven to show little pity
To live here you need a very hard shell
At times the place resembles a portion of hell
Yet there are dreamers here who deserve much better
So get down to it, and write a letter
"To whomever is listening" no matter how far
City dwellers seek love in many a bar
Drink loosens the tongue and makes us brave
So before you begin to become a slave
to passion or gin better make your decision
This poem I present to you with little revision
I've become a ruddy thumb twiddler
Checking out the box called “in”
Haven't eaten properly for days and days
Starting to look a little bit thin
Not obsessed with accolades though
The small talk is what I'm missing
Okay I fudged that just a tad wee bit
I do crave the hugging and kissing
But when you really get down to it
We pay for all this smooching
To receive a pant load of happiness
Gotta do a little hoochy cooing
So I'm no longer gonna jazz you
You guy's have nailed me cold
Poetry is second to friendships
Worth more than its weight in gold
© Jack Ellison 2012
How is everyone doin?
i think you know my name.
but where im comin from,
let me tell you my game.
i dont have the money.
i dont have any fame.
dont have a social life.
dont have my own plane.
dont have the swagger,
or all the right moves.
but baby what i do have,
my hips and all the right grooves.
so what do you say.
come take a chance.
may just be one night,
or a quick romance.
i dont know what you want,
but you know what you'll get.
so come knock on to my door.
we'll get down to it lickity split.
dont have the fortune.
dont have the fame.
dont like to bull.
dont like to play games.
but if it sounds good,
sounds like its right.
'fiesta en mi cama'.
we will party all night.
(DEDICATED TO PAT HINGLE WHO DIED JANUARY 3, 2009.)
He was very talented and he had many fans.
He starred as Commissioner Gordon in Batman.
When he guest starred on the Andy Griffith Show, everybody laughed.
He nearly died in 1960 when he fell down an elevator shaft.
He starred in Hang 'Em High and in Sudden Impact.
It was a sad day when he died and that's a fact.
When you get down to it, he was a great guy.
Now many people are sad because they have to say goodbye.
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