He collected false teeth
Vintage wooden legs
Ancient wooden clogs
Toed with metal segs.
He hoarded his collections
Hidden out of sight
Would peruse them with joy
In the middle of the night.
He moved on to hairpieces
And didn’t give a fig
About the methods he used
To acquire a new wig.
When he met Mary Jones
New desires entered His life
Which became full of joy when
She agreed to become his wife
She was an avid collector of
Effects and trivia of Devon
And so in truth they were
A match made in heaven.
With their various collections
Filling their house to the rafter
They went and moved to Thailand
Where they lived happily ever after.
Voices facing headwinds feel the calming seas
Elephants grasping backdraft tails are letting
go and hearing the rumble of discontent.
The runaway (with your $$$) train called washing-
ton with earplugs jammed so tight hairpieces
jiggle with every falsehood.
People are waking up!
People are waking up!
Were you asked if money is better spent (1/2 trillion$
stolen from
your future) arming blurred sides in Syria that we
intend to bomb? then decry their use against us?
We the people are no longer in control and live in
fear. Do you worry I cannot speak freely in this
land of liberty?
WHY?
My ancestors died in battle so I can write this
diatribe!
You, all of you artists, they fear us most...
and silence us if our words pull the sheep
away from 'dancing with the stars'
I am not a slave...I am not a slave
Rejoice in liberty!
Join my voice!
only james marshall goff
proud ancestor of the
Scottish Black Watch
12/12/14
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