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We Want It All Free
We are not grateful for God's nutritious food.
We complain and moan about taste, and price~
thinking we live in some free neighborhood.
We want rent-free houses and free Covid money,
Even if not ill, we think the government owes us
a land of milk and honey.
We all should wear beards and dress like Fidel Castro.
If he were alive...why Fidel would be our intelligent
Maestro!(Cuban for teacher.)
Drive horrid cars, live on 300 a month?
Government run only businesses.
No Capitalism allowed, for free-loading speed bumps!
I worry for the USA, all masked up, becoming such
obedient sheep!
A government throwing statues, the Bill of Rights,and
the Beloved Constitution into the deep.
To have real ambition?
Something is wrong with you!
You will be locked away in the new Freedom Zoo.
Obedient little ants are we,
following all laws to the letter.
While police are jailed, when they try to make life better.
Break any law, why you will be on TV, magazine covers
and heralded as the latest hero!
Follow all laws~your due process taken away...
spending your life in jail, billed as a big fat zero
4/13/2021
~3~
One type of bird that frequents our home in the mountains
one of the many we look forward to
are the birds that make their home in boxes we’ve provided
they’re tiny birds but distinctive…because their backs are painted blue.
Since bluebirds cannot dig holes in which to build their homes
to keep them free from predators and pests
they rely on woodpecker holes…or home-made bluebird boxes
in which to build their nests.
It is a wonderful relationship…we provide them free housing…
where they can raise a brood…or two
and every now and then they allow us to see
the beauty of their blue.
Not only are these little birds a beautiful sight to see
they help control the insect population…
and entertain us with their soft and gentle melody.
In some small way we feel a part of nature…
providing a home for bluebirds to give birth…
a safe place to stay for a while
while they add their beauty to the Earth.
When nesting season is over…we clean their home
trying to be the best hosts we can be…
so it will be ready when they return next summer…
and create their family…rent free.
Mothers always take the blame
When kids do something wrong
And they're the culprits if their offspring
Just don't get along.
Yet they deserve the credit
For their nine-month rent-free womb,
Which isn't quite as easy
As some menfolk would assume.
They kiss the boo-boos, warm the milk,
Make playdates, buy the clothes
And do a million little things
Nobody really knows.
Of course they have some help and yes,
They make mistakes as well,
But Mothers' Day is not the time
On deficits to dwell.
Instead, let's hear it for the moms
Who do what they do best -
Devote their lives to those they love
With very little rest!
Andrew Mountbatten Windsor
A name to make him wince
When he used to be a royal
Once known as the Prince
Does he have due reason
To complain and whine
In America they promote
Old friends of Epstein?
They're sending him to Norfolk
A move he doesn’t really rate
Probably living there rent free
On Bro’s Sandringham Estate.
According to the Beeb
His ex Fergie has to roam
One of the growing number
Of those looking for a home.
Will the sins of the father,
Only alleged of course,
Be visited on his daughters
An ongoing family curse.
The King was an adulterer
Which must give Andrew hope
Since he was recently in Rome
Praying publicly with the Pope.
Over in America existing
On his wit and guile
Harry’s chuffed he chose
To live his voluntary exile
Willie’s back in England
The perfect royal clone
Wondering if he’ll ever
Make it to the throne.
Has the wold turned topsy Turvey
A revolutionary new era of time
When being rich and powerful
Doesn’t grant amnesty from crime
?The ceasefire is revoked.
For too long, I have drafted treaties with my terrors,
Writing in the margins of my own life while the shadows
Occupied the center.
No more.
?Consider this paper the frontline.
Every stroke of this ink is a breach of your perimeter.
To the ghosts that lived rent-free in my silence:
I am served you an eviction signed in iron.
To the enemies who mistook my introspection for a white flag:
You were looking at the glare of a sharpening blade.
?I have spent a lifetime coding defenses,
Building firewalls around a heart that was already burning.
Now, I drop the shields.
I am the bug in your system, the recursive loop
That will consume every doubt until the drive is clean.
?I am not writing to be heard; I am writing to execute.
I face the mirror and I do not blink.
I face the past and I do not flinch.
If this is the "final pen," it is because after today,
There will be no need for words—
Only the scorched earth where my problems used to stand.
?I am the architect of the aftermath.
I am the commander of the cold morning.
Come out into the light and perish,
Or stay in the dark and be erased.
?The war is here.
And I am finally, terrifyingly, home.
We are not grateful for God's food.
We complain and moan about taste,
and price, thinking we live in some
all free neighborhood.
We want rent-free houses and free
Covid money!
Even if not ill, we think the
government owes us a land, free
college, where there is no extra money.
We all should wear beards and dress like
that snake, Fidel Castro.
If he were alive, he would be popular, our
teacher, our Maestro!(Cuban for teacher.)
Drive horrid cars, live on 300 a month.
No Capitalism allowed for free loading
speed bumps.
No freedom in a land of nothing to achieve,
Not even a hump.
I worry for the USA, all masked up,
becoming such obedient sheep!
A government throwing statues, the Bill of
Rights, and the Constitution into the deep.
Obedient little ants are we,
following laws to the letter.
While police are jailed when they dare try
to make our lives better!
Break any law, while you be on TV and
become admired, as both victim and hero.
Follow all laws~do you work?
You will be billed as a big, fat, zero!
4/19/2020
We have this cute little bird house we keep on our patio
We didn’t know who would use it, perhaps a chickadee or a crow
It’s too small for a pelican or an eagle to make a den
so, we thought, perhaps a blue jay, a cardinal or a wren.
One day to our surprise we saw something in the birdhouse lurking about…
On closer inspection the hole was almost completely covered and there was something peeking out.
I think, at first she was startled and that’s what made her stir…
“I wonder if she’s angry.” Deborah asked, “that we’re disturbing her.”
We weren’t sure what we were looking at…she was very hard to see
“She can’t be angry." I replied. “She’s staying here rent free!”
When we finally realized what she was…we thought it a bit absurd…
There’s a bee living inside our birdhouse…that thinks she is a bird.
So we have us a bee lodger…who now peeks out to say hello
from the safety of a birdhouse where she’s free to come and go.
We are anxious to see what happens…our imagination has been spurred
by this little bee we can hardly see..who thinks she is a bird.
She’s been living there for weeks now…her life protected, secure and stable
and I’m pretty sure, by the wire I see, that she’s stealing our cable.
And the other day when she had a packaged delivered I smiled at our new family paradigm…
wondering how a bee in a birdhouse has access to Amazon Prime!
But we don’t mind her idiosyncrasies as the lines between us have become a little blurred…
by the bee who lives in our back yard…who thinks she is a bird.
School requires time, organization, focus, stamina and lots of coffee.
And I’m lucky, I don’t have to run some part-time side-hustle job.
Peter (my bf) and I live rent-free in my Grandmère’s Paris hôtel particulier, as long as we attend 1 event per month - that she picks - with her. I think that’s a sweet deal and deals are on my mind today.
Because last Tuesday we had an admin-night - where we did our taxes.
What a dopamine hit that was.
You’d be shocked at what the modern trust-fund-baby has to pay in taxes.
Could my taxes have paid bonuses
to entice some unemployed whites,
to seek a career with ICE?
Maybe I bought a missile
we have to keep those in stock -
did I buy us a tick off the doomsday clock?
Perhaps I bought the navy some new drones
though I’d rather they buy a child a book
or a delicious ice cream cone.
Did I contribute
to a Trump ceremonial occasion
where he claimed victory for some pointless invasion?
Or will they use my tax dollars
to tear the portico off the White House?
If so, or not - whatever - you're welcome, America.
.
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Songs for this:
Everybody Scream by Florence + the Machine
Taxman (2022 Mix) by The Beatles
The War Song by Culture Club
Quotes from the 1960 movie, Pollyanna:
Pollyanna: Why don't you come out of the front door like normal people?
Jimmy: They won't let us. I can come out anytime I want with my tree.
Pollyanna: You could also fall and hurt yourself badly. You shouldn't play in trees.
Jimmy: That's stupid. Don't you believe in God?
Pollyanna
Impregnated with positivity…relishes wide toothed smile.
Lips, cherubic-pink…so courteous…chin tilted godward.
O this angelic pekingese courts the sinner for their own good.
“Impertinent child,” man, woman, and gut, clench in good grief.
The sun rises on her, never sets — vainglorious retch.
Still…crystal illumination twinkles rainbows and puppy dogs.
In the big house, rent free, Pollyanna roams the rooftop.
What - sneaking out! Can’t be. Jimmy coaxes her down the tree.
Her aunt’s an awful louse, forcing her down. Breakneck landing!
Daddy, the preacher died, leaving her legacy, unkind.
Black and white, no insight, everything will be alright - but it’s not.
A forest vigil of candlelight - flames reach to the highest height.
She does her best to tamp the flames - aims to feel sorry for herself.
Hurts worse than she can imagine…her doubts, her pride…she hides.
Yup…she has the whole town spinning…their sinning ways, trimming.
Impregnated with a gulp, this blue-eyed, bow-tied, Pollyanna.
They shut her up but good. Her goodness flew. Hit them in the pie hole.
With wicked widespread grins, they cheer the impertinent snipe.
9/24/2021
Sijo
I've been good to you and I let you live in my house rent free.
You did something even though you knew it would anger me.
You've really ticked me off because of what you did today.
You came in my house with episodes of the new Doctor Who on Blu-Ray.
You know that the New Doctor Who show is something I hate.
You don't even like science fiction, you did it just to aggravate.
You're going to take it back to FYE and return it.
And if you don't, I'll take it outside and burn it.
I let you live here for free and I even pay for your food.
I told you from the start that I despise the new Doctor Who.
You knew how much I loathe that television show, you're a trouble making louse.
Return it or I'll burn it and if you do it again, you can get the hell out of my house!