In the seventeenth century,
The playwright Moliere
Wrote a satire that I saw today,
With the brilliant adapting
Bill Irwin can bring
In his very hilarious way.
What struck me the most,
Dazzling acting aside,
Was how current and fresh were the themes,
For though centuries passed
Since the play was conceived,
People fall for the very same schemes.
There is love, there is greed,
There are scams and the fear
Of both dying and being perceived
As a fool or a clown
Or a windbag or prig,
Plus the need to somehow be believed.
As the audience laughed
And the cast, tongue in cheek,
Played their humorous parts with delight,
I was grateful to witness
The words come alive
That on stage, long ago, first took flight.
Don’t see only our disabilit-ease,
Don’t deny us basic facilit-ease,
Don’t ignore our many abilit-ease,
Don’t compound our varied difficult-ease,
Deal head-on with the harsh realit-ease.
You never know what life has in store,
You may fall one day and rise no more,
You may join our ranks, afraid, unsure,
You may write words to plead; implore.
We are not an alien race,
We have a voice, we have a face,
We have our part to play; a place.
Let us join life’s lively dance,
Let us have an equal chance.
Pl- ease.
Andrew Tate influencing kids
but his peers think he’s stupid
not someone you’d want to know
what is he without his doe?
Have you ever seen him smile
have a laugh or look like fun
a material Barbie boy lifestyle
is he what you want to become
The man is lacking intellect
you don’t want to be that dude
yeah the young know disrespect
but he’s always in a bad mood
You think women are for using
how’s your mum your aunt and Nan
when your sister get’s a bruising
think Andrew Tate will give a damn
Look at him, no real closely
he’s got no personality
think that’s what a man should be
a voice of verbal vanity
Tyson Fury, that’s a man
he fell down as all men can,
do you think that was part of his plan?
It’s not weak to fall, it’s tough to stand
A man can show intimidation
but real men also let it go
adapting to the situation
weakness needs bravado
Yeah we all dream of the money
but you will never make that doe
Andrew Tate’s a real world dummy
blaming FRIENDS the tv show
That video shows the man is thick
too weak to laugh now that’s tragic
show an adult that very vid
of Andrew Tate, the invalid!
THE INVALID
Speak to me of winter,
Of icy winds that keen and cry,
And shake the ivy strung by the lake
And push the clotted clouds along the sky.
To all a season,
And ever a season must end–
Life is born in a cry
And dies in a slacking of the wind.
Out my invalid’s window I see the hills
wrapped in a crochet of evening fog
Red taillights wink at me as people prepare
to go home at end of day
Cranes reach giraffe necks into
the last bits of sun tinged-sky
Lazy November light that is giving
way to winter tugging its shirtsleeve
Contractors hurry to finish their projects
lest they wake to storms and rain that
were promising to come, and now have
No one eager for winter, except for me
I was hit on more as a blonde
than any colour other
that is
except as a red head
in a wheelchair.
I was hit on more as a blonde
than any colour other
that is
except as a red head
In a wheelchair.
Tell me clearly
How you feel
Let me know
If it's really real
Tell me outright
What's the deal
But as you do
Don't tell me NO.
This confusion
Confusing me
Making me wonder
What's meant to be
Trying to figure out
When 'I' will be 'we'
But all the time hoping
It will never be NEVER.
So, what is it
Where do we go
I'm seeking an answer
I need to know
What do we have here
Will it grow
Please respond
But please don't say NO.
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