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My dear brother Butch,
Hair are the highlights of my week:
I got a job at the Hairway to Heaven salon!
Our motto: "We color your hair or dye trying"
When the interviewer said "I mustache you a question..."
I answered, "May I mullet over?"
Seriously, working there is a shear delight,
with some nice fringe benefits
They're a real cut above the rest
and I shave a lot of money on hair products...
I bought Dad a comb for Father's Day… I bet he'll never part with it
It is a long drive to the salon, but now I know all the short cuts
Oh hey, I know hair-growth seminars are not your style, but
call up your receding hairline buddies and comb on over!
It was great to see you last week, you are looking so trim!
I still feel terrible about the curling iron incident…
You can rest a-sheared I'll straighten it out
but I mussed warn you, you might get fro straighted
Just remember, $15 for a hairpiece is a small price toupée
You may not like short hair at first, but it will grow on you
...that's the mane thing
Did you hear Mom and Dad had a brush with death?
It was a very hairy situation with a real twist:
buzzing down the highway at a decent clip
someone tried to cut them off
Mom was ready to wig out, curl up and dye, but thankfully
Dad went to great lengths to avoid an accident
so there was no permanent damage
you had to see it to be-weave it
Ok, time for a couple of jokes to lighten the mood:
How does the man on the moon trim his hair?
Eclipse.
Why did Pavlov have such fabulous looking hair?
Conditioning.
Why do felines groom with their tongues?
They can't find their catacombs.
Why did the little girl watch "Black Stallion" more than "Babe"?
She liked pony tales more than pig tales.
What was the barber's sign before he went on vacation?
"Hair today, gone to Maui"
Did you hear about the novelty store selling fake piles of dung?
It was sham poo.
Just teasing!
Take hair,
Curly
When asked what skill sets
I hoped to bring
Her local ecology of justice
for nurturing,
I was not prepared.
But,
one of two internal wisdom projects,
still in process,
I'm ego-working on,
eco-role playing with,
is non-violent communication,
so I mentioned this
to the Trees and other WiseElder
youth nutritional developers
Young,
poised and elegant,
soft-spoken yet articulate
and straightforward
and with integrity of authentic curiosity,
She asked me
"What do you mean
by non-violent communication skills?
Does that mean you invite,
rather than demand, responses
by mentoring them
while listening for co-present hiding Wins
then Both/And speaking
then WinWin listening again?"
"Or are you still working
on healing OldSchool communication issues,
dominating patriarchal Left
by diminishing ElderMatriarchal Right?"
"Are you still working on non-violently violating people
with your body aggressive hands
and patriarchally mendacious voice
and homophobic and xenophobic
marching against green ecofeminist sacred feet
and blatantly exhibiting LeftBrain rabid totalitarian deductive-reductive dominance
and Trumpian: I'm just a bad bully boy
with a redblooded colonizing heart
testosterone twittering?"
I wasn't expecting that line of questioning.
But I found it really interesting
that a freckled nose
brown-skinned
young and beautiful,
inside and outside
ego and eco-core centered investigative interviewer
would need to ask that
of a white U.S. male
at this critical moment
of last non-violent hope
breathlessly waiting
for a WinWin communicated response
inviting cooperative ego/ecological polypathic climates
reversing pathological monoculturing decades
of business as competing WinLose usual
Now post-millennially reborn
green inviting integrity
of PositivEnergy Democracy
non-violently inciting
restorations of multicultural EarthJustice
SpaceTime co-arising
further EgoLeft-EcoSacredRight
ripe for ZeroZone theological healing.
But,
that's the other skill set
I'm sacred ecological
RightBrain STEAM green
writing with--
much too revolutionary
for any first time
PositivEnergy impression.
Maybe we could go there
next 2020 Revolutionary time.
THE INTERVIEWER:
Thank you for the privilege of this interview.
There are hundreds of others you could have chosen.
I am deeply moved and inspired by how you have come
to terms with your demise. We all must someday face
our death, but far too few of us learn to do it well.
Of your many years, what do you feel that you have
contributed most to society and especially your community?
The INTERVIEWEE:
Before answering, I must say that it is my hope that when
I have deceased, I won't be allowed to remain standing as
a lifeless statue. May I be cut down and utilized as wood
for warmth or lumber for buildings.
I trust that I have contributed to an atmosphere of trust;
The freedom that any person of any stripe can come and
sit right up to my trunk, benefiting from my shade and
the purity of air and say anything they which, never
having to worry if it will ever be repeated again.
The INTERVIEWER:
Many of us give much thought to longevity with little
concern about legacy. You have enjoyed a long life
and have produced much fruit so vital in the nuts industry.
Over the years, you have grown the most tasteful and nutritious
pecans. Initially, you referenced being made useful after your
demise. What do you have further to say about yourself
relative to legacy?
The INTERVIEWEE:
As a tree, I have been aware of every leaf that fell and
blew across the landscape; of every limb broken from me
for any purpose by any person or by the wind; of every
seed that fell to the ground. Being thus aware, I think
that I treasure most the seeds that fell, knowing that
They represent not the end of me but a new beginning.
That is why I pray that each seed that falls will somehow
find its way and beat a path to the right soil and depth that
will give them a fighting chance at life. Both they and I know
that they are fighting for me and my legacy. That is the primary
reason my friend that I am able to die well and peacefully.
THE INTERVIEWER:
Thank you, sir. Our readers will be pleased to hear what
you had to say.
060923PSCtest. Anthony Biaanco. Contest Name: Interview
Theme choice: Interview with a dying tree
Interviewer:
What is the original name for your island chain now called Bikini?
What happened to it?
What has it become here and now?
What is your future?
Bikini Atoll:
Well where do I begin?
We have been assaulted from the very beginning.
The name for the island is 'Pikinni',
meaning a "flat surface of coconuts".
German colonials corrupted this to the offensive name 'Bikini'.
Less than 200 people lived here originally.
Perhaps because we were so few to matter, and so isolated,
our beautiful island was chosen as the site for
multiple nuclear bomb tests,
including the mighty 'Bravo' which was 1000 times
more powerful than the bomb dropped on Hiroshima,
The Japanese name of which means 'wide island' .
Our beautiful island was destroyed, all but obliterated.
We cannot go back there for countless generations to come
because the dangerous radiation lingers long and fades so slowly.
We tried to go back once, it looked so lovely
as the coconuts gathered again, on the clean atoll beaches
but the hidden radiation made us sick, and we had to leave.
My people of Pikinni want to return to their homeland,
but their hope is frustrated with despair.
The price my people paid is immeasurable and never ending.
Here is their lament:
Why choose Pikinni to blow up with your bombs?
What did we ever do to you?
All we wanted was to live in peace
in paradise here on our
lovely island atoll far away from it all.
Instead you blew us up, left your lingering scourge
of radiation, hidden away and deadly.
While our island has recovered its beauty
and externally became
paradise on earth once again, it is forever unlivable.
Go to hell and stay there forever for
what you have done to Pikinni
and its refugees living in foreign
lands unable to return!
The river of our relentless tears lies collected
within the green coconuts strewn
on the sands of Pikinni atoll,
on our 'flat surface of coconuts',
on our home
on our one and only land.
I finally watched the much talked-about
R.Kelly interview. And it was off-the-rails crazy alright!
A day has passed and I'm still flabbergasted by it
If his objective was to convince the world
Of his innocence, he failed spectacularly
In fact, he came off like the unhinged monster he really is
Mid-interview, he turns to the camera
And completely comes undone
He's standing over his interviewer, Gayle King
Pounding his fists, beating his chest, SCREAMING...
"Quit playing! Use your common sense, I didn't do this[expletive]!"
"Y'all killing me, man!"
"I'm trying to have a relationship with my kids, and I can't do it!"
"Y'all just don't wanna believe the truth!"
Myriads of questions ran through my head
During that bizarre meltdown
Why the hell is he lashing out at us viewers?
Is he really blaming viewers for the trouble he finds himself in?
Absolutely risible
I didn't get that whole "performance"
I found him talking to the camera quite disturbing
As it felt as though he was looking and venting
Directly AT me. It was as if we were looking
Into each other's eyes. Again, disturbing!
You ARE a monster, R. Kelly
It makes me sick that I used to be a fan
You should be angry only at yourself
Blame your own stupidity for your woes
You were acquitted for heinous crimes
That would've sent an average joe away
For a decade or two, but did you learn
Your lesson? No. Nobody put a gun to your head
And forced you to continue to prey on underage girls
You had the opportunity to redeem yourself
After you got a lucky break you didn't deserve
But you blew it! You thought yourself invincible
Now you got a very rude awakening. Your victims
Will finally get the justice they deserve
Hopefully, you won't get away
With impunity this time
Date written and posted: 03/08/2019
The Vote
The lights are out, the night is still,
The window’s ajar, there’s a sudden chill.
Goosepimples multiply all over my skin,
I know what I’ve done is a terrible sin.
The demons are singing deep inside my head,
I might not sleep when I do turn in for bed.
First, I’ll sit by the fire and put up my feet,
I hasten to move from this very seat.
The same demons shout “Why? Why? What you’ve done is insane,
I hope you realise you’ve caused insurmountable pain.
You had the easy choice, but you cocked up instead,
And now we’ll have more times of living in dread.
I can’t believe myself, I thought I knew who to vote,
And now I feel like a scrawny little scroat.
I now see it was my single vote that put those fools in power,
I really deserve to be locked up inside the tower.
Getting better
I am sure that you have been told
Stop in bed when you have a cold
Pinch your nose if you get a bleed
Press it hard and it stops at a greater speed
Car
There’s nothing worse I think by far
Than needing the loo whilst in the car.
You’re miles away from the nearest stop
I wish I hadn’t drank all of that pop.
There’s nothing else that you can do
When in the car and needing the loo.
And eventually there’s no feeling better
As when your trouser leg starts getting wetter.
Graveyard shift
Come work for us, the interviewer said,
I didn’t realise I’d be digging graves for the dead.
Come work for us and you’ll soon have it made,
We’ll even give you your very own spade.
Work hard for your bonus – show everyone your worth
Now It’s 3am and I’m left digging all the earth.
Once the funeral is over and everyone’s at the wake,
It’s time to re-fill as my back begins to ache.
For each burial we do we’ll get a bonus for our prize,
If only they knew I’m the serial killer in disguise.
The Alex Joneses among us
As we are coming up to Christmas, which is a feast
for the advertisers, and it is impossible turning
or switching on the radio or TV without getting an earful of sentimental songs flung at morning tired
adults before the first cup of coffee
PS. There was a time when one could write: a cup of coffee and a cigarette, we are glad tobacco is no longer
in our mind and body. Here someone is clearing throats
but find it best not to comment
A right-wing Christian and conspiracy theorist has been
allowed into Tweeter, X, and this has made the official
Press into a knot of outrage.
Elon Musk has done us a service by letting his Twitter be
a place for the burning questions to be aired.
Yes, at the same place where the perfectly awful
vulgarian and bigoted interviewer, Piers Morgan, spews
his opinions, for many who see him as a spokesperson
for despicable lies and shallow thinking
He is tolerated and has many fans among those who do
not reflect upon his utterings.
As for Alex Jones, a famous radio host, who has a theory of so many things and many of his views involve Jews, a group of people who hold American Politicians in a fateful grip of corruption and the weaponizing of
the Holocaust and in its holy name, special privileges
In Europe, Alex Jones is not well known I think he is
seen as an outspoken Billy Graham, a man I once saw
in the late fifties, preaching under a circus tent to
thousands of applauding Norwegians, many of whom thought he looked like Wild West Cowboy.
The good thing about an outlet like Twitter it gives
those with views contrary to the officials have a place
to air their opinions, without being branded a ban
I despise JOB INTERVIEWS
Just like a stale ASPARAGUS SANDWICH!
"TELL me about yourself"
The interviewer eyes me, anticipating the perfect answer.
I only offer a slight smile. I muster up my best and say,
"I am a serious person. AS SERIOUS AS CANCER MORE
SERIOUS THAN A PANTHER."
I can not believe myself! Why did I say that?
What was the art of interviewing anyhow?
You know that part where every Reply is EXACT
MATTER OF FACT? not in my case.
What should I respond when she asks,
"Why do you want to work for the organization?"
My personal answer would have been,
"For the money of course."
But that would be the disqualifying Reply.
Words swam in my head. Then I said,
"This company has the best reputation for
Training its employees.
What I wanted to say was, "Look you have my
Resume here, call me if you have any openings."
I really pondered the art of begging! But that wasn't
Appropriate. She hit me again!
"WHY DID YOU LEAVE YOUR LAST JOB?" Laaady?!
I only stared Into space for at least a whole minute or
Two. Then I said, "My personality wasn't compatible
With the employment I wanted to branch out.
Was that one answer or two? THIS WAS A CRUCIBLE!
I wanted to gnaw my neck off. (not really possible)
Another question?!
Tell me everything you know about our company.
I swallowed hard. A fish bone from last night's dinner?
"Well I don't....I know you offer OJT."
She scribbled something on a pad as i noticed
Late In the encounter. Thank you for your interest.
She spoke the uniform salutation. Well keep your
Resume on file.
FINALLY! and a few HALLELUJAH!!! HAHAHA!!
Hair looked wild, got to hide my tattoo,
Because today I have a job interview.
I wear a long sleeve shirt, scarf, and hat,
To hide my dragon-skull and vampire bat.
Went into Blackrock, the secretary smiled,
I wanted to spend time with her a while,
Then she saw the beer stains on my shirt,
Decided she didn't want to flirt.
Talked to human resources, the questions came fast,
Tried to prevent them learning of my past,
Didn't mention my prison time, lied about my résumé,
Then the fan blew off my hat — what a bad day!
(Chorus)
It’s a bad hair day,
But I’m showing up anyway,
Got to meet the test
Can't always look your best.
The interviewer said, “You don’t qualify,
You lack the skills, and you need not apply.”
Then I said, “I may lack skills, but I’m part Cherokee,
Surely you can meet some target of diversity?”
The interviewer explained with a satirical grin
that diversity was out, experience was in.
I walked outside, felt life wasn’t fair,
People gave a stare at my wild hair.
Then I saw a dog try to bite two men outside,
I’ve dealt with pit bulls before, a matter of pride,
I gave the dog a whack on the nose,
Found out I had saved two CEOs.
Now I’m on the board of BlackRock Inc.,
Even though I look like a missing link.
They don’t mind my hair’s a mess,
Einstein looked that way too, it can impress.
That Neanderthal look has its perks
It intimidates bureaucrats, usually works..
It also helps with leftist assassins on New York Streets
They can't believe you're a capitalist if your hair speaks.
You can't win if you don't play
So don't be sunk by a bad hair day.
Paulo was Brazil’s most popular journalist, but the left did pursue
He told an American interviewer that the left there "hates you"
I found this a puzzle, I asked why, what did we do?
But hate has odd wellsprings, and I still have no clue.
Brigitte Gabriel lived in a pretty Lebanon town with a hilltop breeze
There were school plays, and churches, gardens and fruit trees
It was Christian then, Moslems next, Holy war came as fate
She wrote a book about what she learned, called "Because They Hate"
You might wonder why the title isn't WHY they hate?
But hate has its own logic, and the reasoning isn't straight
I learned some of this logic too, it has its own rules
You don't learn them in Hollywood, or in the schools.
The first rule is that weakness invites attack
You get friends in odd places, others stab your back
Second, the more baddies hurt you, they want to hurt you more
If you've already hit bottom you might ask what for?
Third if you end up acting the way they force
They even punish you for that, though they were the source
The victim argument of "what did I do to you"
Doesn't work at all, even when its true.
All this seems irrational, but some people produce hate
The way waterfalls turn turbines, and power generate
I read of one U.S. woman kidnapped, led in chains by evil men
She asked why, was told "because we hate you", same puzzle again.
I do believe there's a reason for everything
In some people a distorted brain is the bubbling spring
In others perhaps an ideology some fool did start
Maybe a moral divide in every heart.