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Luna still orbits the Earth,
and the tides still ebb and flow.
But as wildlife goes extinct,
anxieties quickly grow.
The sky's still robin egg blue,
and honey still tastes as sweet.
But our cities are dirty,
refuse pollutes every street.
Flowers continue to bloom,
and the rain still brings water.
But most animals are pets,
or livestock, bred to slaughter.
The sun still rises and sets,
and the seasons come and go.
But where's the missing fauna,
our children will never know?
Hope is still alive, in the
innocent eyes of a child.
Yet once Earth's neutered and tamed,
their world will never be wild.
(Verse 1)
Money, ya' went away
Lost my old job, no more pay...I'm not OK
Money, they took my stash
They grabbed my cash with both hands and left me trash
(Disdain)
New car gone, one more daisy-dream
Think I might need a good head team
(Verse 2)
Money, won't ya' come back
I'm dyin' here, Uncle Sam fleeced my whole sack
Money, I could spit
Don't give me that overblown deficit
(Disdain)
I'm in a low-fidelity, low class ramblin' wreck
And I think I need to just...GET OUT
(Sad Sax Solo)
(Guitar Nomo)
(Verse 3)
Money, I hope they die
Stole unfairly, and took every slice of my pie
Money, come what may
Clings to the roots of evil each day
(Disdain)
Because you asked for a raise
It's no surprise their eyes dulled from hazy daze
Ouchy:
A haze, for days, a daze
A haze, a daze, for days, a haze
Pow
A daze, Pow
Ow, Ow
No more, OW
Ooh-Ow, Ooh-OW
No more, No More
Wham, Bam, Pow
Mama, Mama, Mama, OW
Dude, No More
Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Dude, Please No More
***
(Spoken Ouchy)
Wah, but I was in the right
Wah, but still I cry every night
Wah, oh I'm such a sorry sight
WAH, they caught me with a left and a right, left wheezin' and bleedin' and bruisin'
OUCH
Why won't someone do somethin'
Can't recall, I'm always drunk most of the time
Now, I just keep yellin' and screamin'
I can't go number 2
I keep askin', why it wasn't comin' out
My bowels are infected
Doc, I keep yellin' and screamin', tell me why it's not comin' out,
It worked when I was 57
He gave it a heavy KAPOW, and neutered my pooter
Two retired senior citizens
Home a dumping ground with three cats
Two Chihuahuas, one bull dog fat
Question~~who eats pets or denizens?
Our home has become a dumping place for
unwanted pets: first we got Princess who
someone put out behind our son's home in
the city then Hairy showed up at our home
then at least two stray cats showed up(there
may be more than two out there) now about
a week ago this huge bull dog showed up..
He must weigh at least one hundred lbs..
I have looked at pictures on the internet
and Bull looks like what they say is an
Alapaha Blue Blood Bull Dog..He is blue
and white with ears and tail not clipped..
He has not been neutered and seemed
well fed..He was hopping ..We will take
him to the vet next Tuesday..We have just
got him where he will come to us..Tommy
put food out for him but he would not come
close for about a week..
. *DOGGY STYLE*
Tonight! Tonight! I must display.
About my man's doggy style way.
Once he comes home he acts like I'm his "DOGGY BAG."
"It’s DOGGING ME!" The way he starts to nag.
He came from the bar with his "DOG BREATH!"
Calling me by the name of Beth.
When he settles down he starts acting like he's the "TOP DOG!"
"DOGGONE IT!" doesn't he know I'm adding this bone to my blog.
Now he's drunk acting "MEAN LIKE a JUNK YARD DOG!"
I taunt him by calling him a pig and a hog.
We "FIGHT LIKE CATS and DOGS," this really must be love?
"It's a DOG eat DOG WORLD" when push comes to shove!
Once again he will sleep "IN THE DOG HOUSE!"
This time for ripping my favorite blouse.
It's too bad "YOU CAN'T TEACH an OLD DOG NEW TRICKS!"
I wish he was a real dog, he needs to be neutered and fixed.
I think I will laugh and kiss him good night.
Anyways "HIS BARK is WORSE THAN HIS BITE!"
By morning he will be "SICK AS A DOG" and scary like a mouse.
I'm still waiting to be "Happy as a FLEA in a DOG HOUSE!"
"HE IS NOTHING BUT A HOUND DOG" thinking it's doggy style all the time!
In his rabies case his desires keeps getting worse than slobber and slime.
.Should I tell my man that his actions are what I call humans love torch?
With the reaction "IF you can’t run with the BIG DOG's PUPPY, STAY on the porch!"
By; smiles
FOOTLES FOR THE BIRDS AND THE BEASTS -
Bad-*** old bear:
Grizzly
Grizzly
Dachshund making critical life choices:
Eenie
Weenie...
Cougar from Arizona:
Yuma
Puma
Cowardly Cock-a-Doodle-Doer:
Chicken
Chicken
Slave Driving Beaver:
Dam it
Damn it!
Aptly named female feathered friend:
Robin
Robin
Alaska poacher gets mauled by a:
Polar's
Molars
Overweight Terrier:
Porky
Yorkie
Scavenger Mores:
Vulture
Culture
After sex, bears often share a:
Yogi
Stogie
Neutered Tomcat:
Benign
Feline
Wolf in Sheep’s clothing:
Mutton
Glutton
Proportionally, male Dachshunds have:
Teenie
Weenies
(But size isn't everything)
.........................................
RANDOM AND RATHER REDICULOUS FOOTLES -
Overweight law enforcement official:
Whopper
Copper
Overweight Janitor:
Whopper
Mopper
Spaced-out church officer:
Freekin’
Deacon
Church officer forced to depend on Depends:
Leakin'
Deacon
Unhappy restaurant client:
Diner
Whiner
Cosa Nostra restaurant special:
Mobster
Lobster
Yep, you guessed it. A criminal Crustacean:
Lobster
Mobster
Why did she slap me? All I did was:
Toot her
Hooter
Careless Urologist:
Pecker
Wrecker
"Taking away my cell phone would be as painful as being neutered."
~ by poet
Twenty years ago, no one would have predicted
that to cell phones, the world would become addicted.
We text instead of calling, though we have the choice.
I barely remember the sound of my child's voice!
Often, I forget where I've left my darn phone.
Without a text notification, I feel very much alone.
It's part of my anatomy that I should have neutered,
a simple surgical procedure that should be tutored.
Remove it from my hand with a scapel or a knife.
Can I survive without it? It's instrumental to my life!
Cutting it off would be an act of painful castration.
Maybe a lobotomy instead of neutering amputation?
I won't promise that if it's done, it would be a cure.
If it's no longer attached to me, how will I endure
not being able to keep in touch with my best friend,
and how long does it take for neutered scars to mend?
Of all fond thoughts held deep within the heart
Like strings lightly strummed fly with agile wings
Take flight yet never from my mind depart
Soar as wandering clouds where angels sing
Thrilling depths unknown and conscious thriving
Meant for few who’ve neutered malice thinking
Free of hate and void of carnal striving
Loosed from the pull of gravity’s sinking
Launched to heights reserved near omnipotence
God is there, since love is His personage
Displayed, arrayed in great magnificence
Building a home of divine parsonage
Forever to reign in heaven’s glory
Love is the wind and might of the story
Self's colors-change in the modes of wanting,
as a chameleon in the daylight,
as the seasons fade to black, hunting season
where loyalty is clothed in sackcloth,
used as a knapsack with monogrammed font.
To embellish the pride inside, attacks reason.
Game played, war waged against trust and integrity,
hair trigger, sights blurred and uncalibrated.
Sport saved for fair weather and played-with
when in moods of folly-misunderstood
as heart's pedigree, but self the only royalty.
In the mists where lovers-lie, dormant
on the rocks of
sacrifice,
sprayed and neutered with the scent of the world,
blessed by holly-wood burning to ashes,
embraced skeletons of Pride's carbon copy fairytale.
Convenience, just a behemoth-witch of cull,
changes the love's color to grey-scale,
when it fits the bill of soul sale.
No effort no altruistic deeds,
no walls scaled or ride on valiant steed,
no searchlight, or care but for selfish greed.
Just a crone noose and bonfire of vanity,
just a cast of thespian spells playing part
in new reality.
Scale-weighs, and reckoning's executioner-pendulum swings
and approaches with royalties-undertaker
with box of pre-fitted manacle rings
empty in hand save for null need,
as truth-sees eye to eye-darkness looks away, cares not for its deeds,
Rewards itself handsomely,
a black wedding knot to tie.
Vows weigh the truth's true order of things,
from it's wheelhouse shipwreck beacon by the sea.
Sees souls found wanting, rescue, denied
and sees the light go forth from it's spotlight,
a disorder to groom with a whore for a bride
and open bedroom.
A vacancy window, black hole portal that blocks the sunlight from it's boardroom orgy of doom.
(This is a true story)
When I had my cat neutered, he didn't seem to want to wake.
He appeared to be lifeless and my heart was about to break.
When he sent him home, the veterinarian said he should've already came
around.
It scared the hell out of me because I thought I was going to have to bury him in
the ground.
He wasn't moving and he looked like he wasn't even breathing.
Four hours later he finally woke up and it was very relieving.
This was very scary and I wish that nobody else will have to go through it.
You don't know just how special a pet is until you think you're going to lose it.
I'm very thankful that Sylvester's life didn't end.
He's more than a pet, he's my friend.
Form:
Today I heard,
despite considerable dissonance,
a distinction between external change
and internal transformation.
This feels like a difference with some merit,
but reminds me of further nuances
and possibilities for healthy
and pathological transitions,
great and small.
Transformation
seems like a good thing.
A negative internal change
evokes words like
deterioration,
fragmentation,
While "change"
works for me
as positive or negative,
more neutral without context,
direction determined by environmental co-arisings,
or yet to become determined,
evaluated,
And what about the cause-effect
and/or co-arising relationship,
or lack of relationship,
between exterior changing climates
and interior transforming/fragmenting cultures
or climates,
character
and character assassinations?
I remember Gregory Bateson's fascination
with "acclimation"
which he concluded is, in some ways,
co-acclimation--
more often creolizing
than colonizing.
Which brings me back
to noticing that "climate change"
feels like climate fragmentation
and my growing pre-traumatic stress
does not feel at all like a healthy transformation;
more like debilitation
Further evoking discernment
about how our cultural subclimates of disability,
fracture,
disruption of ego/eco-centric balance,
contribute to toxicity
of exterior climate change.
Perhaps "transition" is a better interior consort
for the exterior neutered face of "change";
and here we all are,
together and yet too far apart
in this unprecedented time
of Re/De-Generative Change
and billions of individual small
yet Great Transitions.