Before I go ahead and Sign
On the proverbial dotted line
and place my John Hancock
May I kindly enough enquire please
What exactly currently is the going
Rent you are charging
For this lofty elevated empty space
residing inside your head
And does it have or provide any other
benefits apart from the two holes on
either side
That seem to whistle like wind chimes
which and whatsoever the prevailing
wind doth blow
And I see it also doesn't seem to come
with or be furnished with a brain inside
either
Just a keyboard with a poster above
it of what appears to be the sign you
find on the door of most men's toilet's
Sadly and unfortunately though the
Knob looks as if it's missing too small
or been mislaid
Like the brain itself
Could Read John Hancock
We could clearly read his John Hancock,
And so big leaving us in a state of shock;
Of impact,
Lost track;
Still showy and wanted to knock off block.
(Signatures do seem to be out of stock.)
Jim Horn
Ole Poppycock said the British clock maker.
While setting his alarm clock which was the building block
of his foundation.He purchased penny stock at four o'clock
and future stock on Wall Street today.
Ole Poppycock said the Dutch soda drink maker.
George Washington did not cut down the Cherry Tree.
He placed a cuckoo clock under the chopping block,
and becasue of a culture shock purchased New York Common stock,
at the stock exchange today.
Ole Poppycock said the British Law Maker.
You're only trying to make me the laughingstock of London.
Place your pig's belly on the butcher-block,and play me some acid rock,
before we experience another earthquake aftershock.
Sign your John Hancock and be on your way.
Nonsense Poetry by Kim Robin Edwards
Copyright 2016..ALL rights reserved.
Fringed by putrescent dusk
Fingernails dig beneath graveyard wounds
Fostered by lexical warfare
Within the harrowing fiascos of tomorrow
Nothing but bated memories
Braided by skin, coffee, and cigarettes
Branded by concrete whispers
Heat
It is hot! The air above me suffocates, lacking breeze.
This July eve, the heat affects me most.
Tomorrow, I will end one affiliation and begin anew.
The future causes my brow to arch, the heat adding to my discomfort.
This house, my home is large and strong, but may not survive the coming storm.
All before me, I must be willing to cede as a consequence of this nights decisions.
I feel the heat began to crescendo into a fire storm.
I envision myself appearing at the very gates of Hell.
I finish my dress and put on my coat realizing, soon, this will be my home no longer.
I will be branded a traitor in my native country, a patriot in my new.
As I sit in the Congress, I am alone if not for Jefferson and my Congressional Secretary. The
document prepared by Jefferson beckons my signature. I am overcome with emotion as I,
John Hancock, President of the Congress, slowly, in large bold script, sign The Declaration of
Independence.
As I return to my home, I realize this heat will not go away for a long time.
I return to say goodbye.
I remember AUNT B for the way she took care of me when
mother was not home but working
She would take me to Boston on the Orange Line to go
shopping for comic books and clothes for the upcoming School Year
Then,we would go to a Burger King and have the Scramble Egg platter and
Orange juice for Breakfast
Walking over to the Boston Common by early afternoon,we would take a little ride
on the Swan Boats and after that,take the elevator all the way up to the top of the
John Hancock Building and Look down upon the Hustle and Bustle Bostonians
from the view of the Observation Deck
After having lunch near a busy Mass Ave Cafe,we would go on the Green Line
and switch back over to the Orange that would take us out of the city and back
upon our Medford suburb.
Thanks AUNT B
for showing me how the world runs for free
We'll just say I love you,
(though people say it's just puppy love,
though it never was between them and me,
but me and you)
and I know I always will,
but we are not "we" anymore,
so I will now sign this really big,
like ole John Hancock,
I will make it big,
so you won't have to squint your pretty eyes to read it,
so let me sign this declaration of independence,
saying it is no longer "we",
but the new "me", since again,
I'm on my own.
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