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THE CROWN JEWELS
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Queen Xena, a squirrel, was a female hoarder beyond measure,
for her crown jewels she surely did treasure.
she hid them in the kingdom’s storage locker
along with the fact that she was a punk rocker
The keys and her reputation were safe, safeguarded by her personal dresser.
Then it came to pass, surely you’ll gasp!
Xena’s jewels were lost, away from her claw-like grasp.
“Oh what’s become of my jewels, I’m coming undone.
I’ll find the perpetrator and shoot him with my pea gun.”
“Who’s the perp?” You just had to ask.
Eyewitnesses said, “The thief wore a black mask, was ‘big clawed.
We seen him scampering about the forest and the royal quad.”
At police headquarters, they wrote their statements
Xena filed an insurance claim, believing in suspect’s escapement.
Later texted her friend, the masked racoon. “No one suspects us of insurance fraud.”
MANIFESTO
Three words inscribed on a bullet
Finger on a trigger ready to pull it
This system that does not concede
Free healthcare at the point of need
Or each citizen having their own say
Then they express in their own way
It’s politically influential Big Pharma
That have a different kind of karma
Money not blood, is the circulation
Feeding each medical organisation
Donations keeps it just the way it is
Even when retribution begins to fizz
With certainties like death and taxes
Just where now indeed is that evil axis
Industries may be considered corrupt
As insurance fees are simply upped
What does it really take to lift the lid
Pushing the poor down the pyramid
Social medicine is seen as communist
The truth is diverted and then missed
It’s not capitalism in everyone’s sights
Or choosing to distort human rights
But money makes the world go round
Despite extortion often being found
Yet murder cannot justify a murder
Even in a kind of government purdah
A message has been sent, to be sure
Remember ‘Sicko’ by Michael Moore
And now the sense of injustice grows
From the words, Deny Defend Depose
A HEARTY EXPERIENCE
Bad cholesterol found easy sites in my heart for deposition
Time came when they needed to be cleaned by operation.
Two stents were planted by what they called angioplasty
My heart would survive if the arteries didn't again get nasty.
As medical treatments were getting day by day costly
For future financial relief I got a health insurance policy.
I realized the meaning of the saying nothing lasts forever
When some years later my heart in angina started to quiver.
No options left, I had to lie once again on operation table
The doctors did their job well to make my heart stable.
The rightful claim of expenses the insurer refused to cover
For I had more than one stent placed already as heart saver.
I then realized howsoever in the ads the offers glint
In real life one shoulda read the fine print.
February 1, 2018.
Storms are troubles that are a part of your life.
They pass through from nowhere, in their wake is strife..
Pain and suffering may result and sometimes loss.
There is coverage left for you, at the foot of the Cross.
Nothing to put down, Someone already paid your cost.
We'll find peace & comfort where suffering took place.
A plan from God for the whole human race.
In your vehicle of thought, make it the first place to go.
The Underwriter name is God, in case you didn't know.
It is where where Jesus signed the contract for me.
Written in His Blood. The address Calgary.
From there God's angel messengers reach out to you.
Where sin-dead spirits arrive and leave renewed.
Coverage is given to all, no soul turned away.
Through Christ God guarantees coverage everyday!
To sign sign on the line, lay down your pride.
Admit you are wrong so Christ in you may abide.
It's a policy for life, nothing else needed to do.
Because Jesus, our agent has done all for you.
God activates it "IMMEDIATELY" to cover all strife.
He's like "Our Good Neighbor!" for all storms of our lives.
Mr. and Mrs. Politician man
Keep on promising me
Everything I could ever want
From basic cheap to free
There must be something there
That I'm missing here
Between the insurance debacle
And my cost of living fears
When elections come around
I've really got to hand it
To the promises they make
That get more and more outlandish
They promise you cheese from the moon
And silver dust from the stars
When all I mostly need right now
Is cheap gas for my car
With vanilla being the flavor
Politicians savour as of late
They give just enough of the free stuff
But not too much away
Keeping the drones wanting for more
Where they don't feel the need to leave
Eating out of their grimy hands
Feeding off the greed
You can find them wheeling and dealing
In secret behind closed doors
In their arrogance they've forgotten
That we the people are keeping score
We'll either oust them when the time is right
Or raise the gallows and hang them high
A good lesson in the making
Perhaps they'll think twice next time before misbehaving
I told the nurse
I swallowed a snake.
He charted: religious mania.
But I felt her—
three and a half turns
sleeping
just south of the back
of my clavicle.
I called her Vera
then,
full breath
pried me open.
Fire-rising,
slithering:
it was gospel
sliding
down my vertebrae—
a ladder
Jacob had forgotten—
yea and behold though
we came
back for it.
I couldn’t stop laughing.
Or crying.
Or saying
I saw light in the colorless
rooms
outside
understanding.
When I explained, again,
how god comes
in my root,
propels
herself through
my expanded
throat
chakra,
they were furious—
branded me
inpatient,
wrapped my wrists,
ordered more
Thorazine.
They don’t let me
sit cross-legged,
say my mantra
disturbs
the others.
Just between
you and me
this energy wall
crumbling, this crux
of second comings,
this fifth horseman—
is a woman re-forming
initiation:
an apocalypse
finally
worth the animal
salt-sweat
hump
it took to get it
going.
How To Pray For Pigs
(didactic)
Place your hands together
Point them towards heaven
Use the sky for guidance
Use it as a reference if necessary
Make sure each finger touches the other and no other
Eat breakfast
Feed the pigs old food
Keep good food in storage
Buy pig health insurance
Buy pig life insurance for insurance
Purchase a gun because two is too many
Buy holy bullets (the kind that makes holes)
Use your left hand to shoot the gun
Cover your eyes with your right hand
Fire at will in the direction of the pigs
Pray that they don’t die
Ask yourself why you are shooting at pigs
Pray to God for forgiveness
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There's an active young lady who swills
every drop that adventure's cup spills.
If it's filled to the brim,
she will start at the rim
and swim down til she's in to the gills.
Only flirting with danger fulfills
her addiction to trembles and thrills.
Any risk will suffice
if it helps feed her vice.
She pops perils as if they were pills.
She makes mountains where there were molehills,
tempting fate just to sharpen her skills
If she skates on thin ice
and it breaks...GOOD. That's twice
the excitement - the risk AND the chills!
Penthouse windows? She favors the sills.
Peaceful valleys? Just show her the hills.
Faced with any pitfall,
she'll go balls to the wall...
Got a porcupine? She'll take the quills!
As this lifestyle eventually kills,
she wastes no time on planning or bills.
So, you think you'll be set
when she's gone? Don't forget -
this includes life insurance and wills!
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11/04/2015
Congratulations! You've now lived
a full half-century.
I'll bet you're asking, "What's in store?
What changes will I see?"
As one well past her fiftieth,
I know a thing or two.
Sit back, relax, and listen up
as I enlighten you.
First, you'll become quite popular.
Six times a month you'll see
a letter from a stalker with
the name AARP.
Your inbox messages will urge
you, "Buy Depends on Sale.”
“Our Vitamins for Fifty-Plus
are must-haves.” “Please don't fail
to buy more insurance today--
life, cancer, burial."
"At Shady Lane retirees have
a life content and full."
You'll find some younger people think
that fifty's ELDERLY!
Ignore those whippersnappers. Just
how clueless can they be?
June 22, 2019, entered in Emile Pinet's Contest on Aging
February 19, 2020, entered in Cecelia Hopkins-Drewer's Occasional
Poetry contest
As I look down and see the ground
On which my feet don’t stand
The light I see is all around
Things haven’t gone as planned
It’s really kweer, I’m standing here
And somehow, you are not
You did your worst, let me go first
Off of that beauty spot
So, was I dead between the ears
Too dumb to see your lies
Or to spot your cunning plan
In which it’s me that dies
Everywhere I look are sheep
On tiny pasture clouds
They’re interspersed with people
Who have wings and wispy shrouds
We didn’t shake on our done deal
We sealed it with a kiss
I would leap, then so would you
To our eternal bliss
The best laid plans of nice young men
Lie face down in the mud
For I chose this eternal light
And you chose my best bud
You schemed to take my life insurance
’pon our rocky shores
Ironic that your latest squeeze
Will soon be taking yours
I watched you in your fancy car
The car that once was mine
But then you took it for a drive
When he had spiked your wine
So when you get here you’ll be processed
Then sent to the basement
I hope it’s not too warm for you
For it’s an all time placement.