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(Continued from Part 1)
Transparent figures walk at a flirtatious pace
On world-class runways, with no expression on their face
Parading styles you can't afford in your possession
They are the ghostly models of the latest, greatest FASHION.
A millisecond blink, a click, some weird noise,
A virtual reality for all the girls and boys, and men and women,
From X-Box to the Web, from Lasik to Radiology -
At work, at school, at home,
Invade the blinks of the mind-boggling TECHNOLOGY.
Hard sharpened teeth are clutching at my feet
"You won't go far! You have deadlines to meet!
Go back to work, we hunger for your check.
Oh no, we don't really care that you broke your back."
The swollen lips repeat "You have a chance!
And all you need is years of education,
The right color of skin, and perfect credit-pay-back evidence.
We'll hire you if you're that certain kind,
Then close the firm and move so far you'll never find."
More faulty words are slipping from the tongues
"Don't worry, our brand won't hurt your lungs.
Enjoy yourself! (*at your own cost)"
You think you're cool, when sadly you are lost.
The "sharpened, swollen, slipping" are after you and me
They are the widely-opened mouth of the ECONOMY
Enormous brains stroll through historic halls
Preparing campaigns, false promises, ready for the brawls.
Deciding wars, neglecting harsh critiques
They are the brains of brainless POLITICS
A large behind sits comfy in its chair
It "covers" all, at all times, everywhere.
From Maine, to Oregon, to most southern tip of Texas
Sit one-half IRS and the other TAXES.
A sagging belly and a double chin,
A pair of dark circles and a droopy skin,
Decide to make a move and Go For It!
It's time to freshen up and tighten up a bit.
As they arrive at their first appointment
They're quickly greeted by awaiting disappointment
"You want to look younger? feel better? No, No, No!
Read through your policy, you fools, we are the HMO!"
*
On this, my friends, I'll go to sleep
I'm tired, time for counting sheep.
Just one more thing I'd like to add,
Last words just pondered in my head
The moral of the story is,
That if you want to live with ease,
Through all commotions, bring your sense of HUMOR
Just so that you, yourself, don't turn into an ugly tumor.
1999
© Copyright
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If you want to no, she don't want to you. Why she's doing that. Why is she going through that? Why she's giving those faces? What's kind of ing increases? Uh, uh Explain all the ing places that we lost, at least a ing, a gram and a half of ing of, uh, you know, fetty fetty and I'm just going to say it Betty.
He lost a bunch of fetty half a gram of fatty full. All right. Some people get all spaghetti on that. I don't I get crystal clear, rock ass hard and ing cult on that. Yo, I'm saying it's not all that Renault ing business with the engines and the oil and the ing transmissions, and the spoiled ass kids to ing said, it was a mission.
“Each man follows his own trail, but he rides it all alone,”
Was what Free Will always said when he turned his horse toward home.
But none of us knew it then, just how true those words would be,
As we went about our business knee-deep in green grass sea.
Few knew his name was William Preston – we called him Free Will—
No cowboy was ever freer; no one quite fit the bill.
He only slept under stars; his pillow was a saddle—
His mattress was stone and earth; his alarm a snake rattle.
None of us boys saw deeply into things that cowboy sowed—
We saw a bent mustached gentleman with legs that were bowed.
He said few words but when he did, they all came from the heart—
And he always finished fist fights or feuds he did not start.
Free Will rode down his own path and he always took the lead—
Never afraid of nothing – be it bear or wild cat treed.
And when his pards would let him down, he would smile and just groan:
“Each man follows his own trail, but he rides it all alone.”
The years went by and it appeared Free Will never did age,
It seemed he kept his cowboy ways like mesquite and the sage.
Never did he wed or own a house – things that tied you down,
We called him “poke” and “ol’ cowboy,” but he still hung around.
But then one day some suits stopped by and asked about taxes
That Will, they say had never paid when he lived in Texas.
They say he owned the IRS and had to go to jail—
We knew it would just kill Free Will, so we all upped his bail.
But Will refused and shook his head and said it was his pride,
That long ago led him astray and no more would he hide.
He thought he could slight the feds and pocket all those green bills—
Then ride right out of Texas into the far distant hills.
But as they snapped the cuffs on Will, he gave a little wink—
“At my age they can’t cage me, I’ll be free before you think!”
And next day sure enough, we heard the news down at the bar—
How some old cowboy died en route while in a police car.
It made us sad to think Free Will had rode that last sunset,
Yet now we sit around the fire with words we can’t forget:
“Each man follows his own trail, but he rides it all alone,”
And that’s just what Free Will now did, riding that last trail home.
Been at the Uber game since 2019.
Got in the booming gig work scene.
Needed a part time job outside retail.
Something allowing me to write my tale.
Giving me the chance to pick my hours.
And walk away if the situation sours.
At first there were hardly any jobs.
Doordash passed me all the lobs.
They were quick absorbing restaurants.
Feeding new needs of the eaters wants.
They grew while Uber was preoccupied.
Rideshare was #1 with delivery on the side.
When COVID hit it changed the game.
Restaurants could not remain the same.
Delivery was how they would stay afloat.
The industry hurt, it’d be a lie to sugarcoat.
So while working 9 to 5, it was my cushion.
After hours I could keep my grind pushin.
When I lost a job I kept on earning dough.
Even though on my resume it won’t show.
But I chose my jobs based on what they pay.
Customers and restaurants like what I say.
Being efficient with the tasks and routes.
To limit the delays and Karen’s pouts.
Whether its a handoff or meet at door.
I never really know what’s in store.
Usually it’s smooth business and all’s good.
But things don’t always go as they should.
Items can be left out and overlooked.
The order can alter how it was booked.
Food can easily be under or over cooked.
Spills happen when items get overshooked.
But if you crack a joke or mediate.
The stress will usually dissipate.
Customers appreciate the golden rule.
So I keep their ice cream very cool.
Gotta ask for parm when they get pizza.
I need it for mine, don’t know about cha.
Gotta keep the hot food toasty in bags.
Love when orders come with printed tags.
Screenshot when funny takes place.
To share with others puts laughs on face.
The stuff that happens seems unreal.
But humor helps with tips, ya feel?
Gotta be choosy deciding which jobs to take.
To optimize how much cash I can make.
Typically I can work a solid 11 hour day.
Averaging out a respectable hourly pay.
Racking over a hundred miles in a shift.
Sadly expecting an eventual lease rift.
To offset the miles, the IRS reimburses.
At 55 cents a mile, noted in these verses.
Forget the First 48, how ‘bout the first 30 days, smh.
How is it that the House that has ALL the control is so out of control?
How is it that we got an elderly grandfather acting like a kid with a new case of ink pens?
With less than two weeks on the job and with all that is going on in the country, how is attending the Super Bowl a priority, and riding around the Daytona 500 racetrack benefiting our country? It's more like a senior citizen acting like a 12 year old that has never been let outside as a child.
Because of the Musketeers and the disarray, this "house" has more lawsuits piled up in the first 30 days than the days in the month. People not knowing what’s the deal, so many court cases and appeals.
The amount of disrespect and threatening to take away federal fundings from states who don't wanna play and do what you say, is wrong on so many levels.
How are things great or even better when so many people are getting a "You fired" letter?
Inflation, allegations, discrimination, immigration, mass deportations, ICE not so nice…
Thirty days, what a splatter, even his supporters doesn’t matter. Now what are they to do, when they are the ones being let go too. You was a fan, did you think you were exempt? Thousands upon thousands are being fired, now they are left wondering who else is hiring. Prices are soaring, eggs are $37.00 a dozen…
Mishandling, dismantling... FYI, no DEI, they coming for the CFPB, the NOAA, FAA, USAID, Medicaid (CMS), no appreciation for the Dept of Education, the NIH, the DoD, the CDC, the IRS in a big mess, EPA, FDA, the VA, FEMA, NASA and even more in store.
You knew what kind of chaos it was the last time so I don’t know why anybody is surprised. Awww, and you thought it was going to be better the second time around. Well, all I can say is, there is Power in Prayer.
Buckle up... and to think, this is only the first 30 days, smh.
You'll All Know When I Die.
Ya wanna know why?
Because I possess what many would see as amazing abilities,
but these abilities of mine can be attained by anybody
who takes the time to learn, practice and read.
Do you know that I can trace any computer users actual physical locality?
I never would but I could easly.
It's as easy as tracing a phone call with Caller ID.
There isn't a system that any computer hacker can't infiltrate easily,
but there are precautions one can take for their computer's and their own personal safety.
For example use public computers at varying different localities
and that will make a computer hacker stalker's finding you an impossibility.
There is also out there a lot of diversion computer technology.
This will keep any hacker too occupied to get a fixed trace temporarily.
Log off within a specific time period and the hacker's trace will end unsuccessfully.
Which brings me back to the beginning, You'll All Know When I Die
because when I know it's all over for me, I'm gonna leave you all with a great surprise.
It's time for a Revolution in my once great country
being destroyed by political bureaucrats and corporations motivated by greed,
so just before I die for all of you I will leave
a new beginning for my once great magnificent country.
I will infiltrate the IRS computer system with a virus successfully
and wipe out every social security number of every citizen in the country.
You can then all not pay your taxes without fear of losing your assets and property.
Of course all this information can eventually be retrieved
but it will take generations for our government to achieve.
I only hope that my parting gift will be a rebirth and not destruction of my country,
but if something doesn't change soon in my once great country
The United States of America will self destruct anyway eventually.
THE "BULLY" HAS "BULLIED THE F.B.I....CIA...THE DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION THAT EDUCATES ALL "AMERICANS"SO THAT "AMERICA" CAN STAY" ON "TOP",AND NOT DECLINE OR DECAY"! THE "BULLY",ALSO HAS "BULLIED""THE N.S.A. WHO IS THAT UNEDUCATED "BULLY" WHO WILL NOT OBEY REASON ,AND "LOGIC"? THAT STUPID BULLY BULLY WILL PAY "HIS OR HER FAIR SHARE OF "TAXES"!!!! THE BULLY HAS "BULLIED "THE H.L.S.A. AND SAID THEY WILL GET NO PAY,FOR THE WORK THAT THEY DO FOR THE U.S.A.! PLEASE DO NOT LET YOUR CHILDREN GROW UP TO BE A "BULLY"!!!!!THE BULLY WANTS HIS OR HER WAY,AND DOES NOT CARE WHO HE OR SHE HURTS EVERY NIGHT ,AND EVERYDAY!!!!WHO IS THAT "NO GOOD FOR NOTHING "BULLY"?IS HE OR SHE IN,AND AT SCHOOL? WHO IS THAT NO GOOD FOR NOTHING "BULLY"? WE REALIZE AND KNOW WHO HE OR SHE IS!!! WE SOLVED THE PROBLEM AS TO WHOM THE BULLY IS WHEN WE WERE LITTLE KIDS!! WHO BULLIED "THE I.R.S.? WHO IS IN "THE SON OF PERDITION",AND IS AFRAID TO EAT FOOD THAT COMES FROM HIS OWN "KICTHEN'"? THE ABUSIVE "BULLY" IS ALWAYS TAKEN AWAY TO HIS OR HER HOME"IN HELL"WHERE THEIR SPIRIT IN "ETERNITY" WILL DWELL "FOREVER"!BE HAPPY ,AND INCREASE "TAXES' ON "THE RICHEST' OF THE "RICH"WHILE YOU HAVE "POWER" TO DO THIS "!!! BE A BULLY IN THIS,AND THAT WILL BE GOOD FOR YOU AND YOUR FAMILY TOO!!!IT IS A "GOOD THING TO HELP "THE POOR" WHEN YOU ARE IN CHARGE,AND EVEN IF YOU SUFFER ANYKIND OF LOSS YOU WILL BE REGUARDED AS A PERSON WHO "USED HIS OR HER "BULLY PULPIT" TO DO "GOOD"!!!! MY SAYING IS WHEN I CAN DO "GOOD" I WILL"!!!!WHEN I "LEARN" I MUST TEACH"! WHEN I "GET" I MUST GIVE"! THIS IS "THE "BULLY PULPIT"!!! BULLY TO GET THINGS RIGHT FOR THE "MAJORITY OF THE PEOPLE WHO ELECT POLITICAL LEADERS WHO WORK TO MAKE "DEMOCRACY' CONTINUE TO BE!!! SYRIA IS "DEAD"BECAUSE THE LEADER OF SYRIA DID NOT HAVE "THE LORD GOD ALMIGHTY ON HIS SIDE! THEY NEED TO READ PSALMS 100 VERSE1-5 HOLY BIBLE!!!!
The Snohomish County Health District is using the Angel of the Winds Casino's Everett arena. In order to treat victims of COVID-19. Whereas in Seattle 300 Army medical core medical professions are being utilized to treat patients not being effected by the Coronavirus. In Kent and Issaquah motels are being used to intern people affected by it. They are being monitored by the police. Yet in Kent, a homeless man broke lose and robbed a local convenience store.
The Army medical core is using the Seattle's CenturyLink Event Center and field. Treating non victims of COVID-19. Field hospitals are being established nationally and world wide. Treating this contemporary angel of death.
In Yakima twelve to thirteen inmates broke lose because their facility was being impacted by COVID-19. In several of the most impacted states, such as New York. The National Guard has been called out to render assistance. As of yesterday, thirty three of the fifty states have been effected by it.
There have been non essential business in Washington State. Ignoring Governor Jay Inslee's order to close down. First they will be warned, and finally they could lose their business licenses. For continued noncompliance.
President Donald Trump and Congress approved a stimulus package for our nation. Checks should be arriving direct deposit by the IRS in about two to three weeks. His stay at home order has been extended to April 30th.
Online schools are becoming the new normal for students. Even students without home computers can use their teacher's lesson plans. And in some areas home computers are being delivered to k-12 students.
We should watch, wait and pray for the COVID-19 to pass over us. By vanishing into thin air.
Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
March 31, 2020
There is a beat to the world,
it burns and bites, it can calm & comfort,
it will arouse and it will anger, it is a romantic rhythm,
immutable and immaculate,
an unselfish music it is, life provides this sensative song
and we all perfom a dance of danger, delight,& determination
as a humble gratuity for it's majesty,
how could any rational person contend that Nature is imperfect,
who dares accuse life of wrong doing,
how does such turgidity exist, minds on meger budget,
oh but they do, ugly creatures of hollow heads have argued so pompously
to indict the cosmos with error like how fowl beggars cavil
about quality of charity,
huffing, moaning, and squirming in their rationalizations for feeling indignant about life
inglorious as dirt on silk,
wrangling like gluttonous mosquitoes, vile & clumsy,
if they were to admit life's absolute perfection
then more self accountability for actions need ensue,
how could they slander Deity without blame,
I spoke to a religious zealot, pious as pain to wounds,
he said, oh no, life, including human discretion cannot be perfect
for there is sin and gross debauchery,
I discussed the matter with a scientist, calculating as the I.R.S., he replied,
no no, you play semantic games, nature is immensely imperfect,
like the price of fame,
I politely requested an example of imperfection from him, he smugly said,
" genetic mutations ", what unabashed ego I thought,
his response seemed word game,
I debated a logician on the subject, thorough as an army ant this one was,
she remarked that the idea of imperfection
could cause imperfect reality,
I said, if anything occurs it must be, otherwise it would not happen,
imperfection is that which should not happen,
all that becomes real is present time impeacability -
J.A.B. %
I have always said: It’s never wise to mix Trolls and the IRS.
When they get mad… They don’t listen or always do what’s best.
Trolls are quite the fighters and have been winning fights for years.
Who do you think fights the hardest and trains our really great SEALS?
Well a smart Mouthed IRS guy came to our door the other day.
I knew there would be trouble when he ask for a Troll, by his name.
I told him it would be better if I got a lawyer to go as a go between.
But naturally, he knew better… He wanted to see him, im-med-iate-ly!
But, you can’t fix stupid, and the agent didn’t flinch at a Troll, ten foot tall.
He thought the bigger the better, for then, the harder they would fall.
Well, I knew if someone was falling… it wouldn’t be the Troll.
So, I ushered them outside, for I have a rule “No fighting while indoors”.
Sure enough, within minutes, the agent was found running down the street.
His hair a fright, his shirt torn, wobbling, and one shoe lost, in his retreat.
He was hollering about coming back… and that he would bring the police.
I just waved him good-bye, for around here, we have a law to keep the peace.
The law says, “Absolutely no inciting trouble with Trolls, inside the city limits”.
So I called the sheriff, who was a friend, and explained about the IRS visit.
When the IRS Guy arrived he was given a lawyer and shuffled off to jail.
For there’s an old IRS law, “Don’t talk directly to Trolls, send a lawyer there”.
Lawyers always smile and aren’t threatening while they talk brilliantly on.
Indeed, their words send the fiercest Trolls to sleep, as they go on and on.
And then of course the Trolls will be nice and agree to almost anything…
Just so they’ll be left alone… perchance to dream in peace.