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Shifting Sands
Chagrined but involved,
Demographics today present
The Silent Generation and Baby Boomers,
Gen Xers, Xennials and Millennials,
And Generation Z in the digital era agape,
Staring in bewilderment
And grappling with the reality imposed:
That the crème de la crème
Of the millions of US citizens
In the party of Jefferson, Jackson, and Roosevelt
Tout a socialist clown and a gaffing buffoon
(Who are both very white, very old, and very stupid)
As presidential candidates
To lead the charge to victory come November.
Surely, there is better fruit in the land
Rooted in the shifting sands.
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Note:
Joe Biden and Bernie Sanders were two of the leading figures in the 2020 Democratic presidential primaries.
The Silent Generation: 1925–1945.
Baby Boomers: 1946–1964.
Gen X: 1965–1979.
Xennials: 1975–1985.
Millennials: 1980–1994.
Gen Z: 1995–2012.
Thomas Jefferson (1743–1826): 3rd president of the U.S.A. (1801 to 1809).
Andrew Jackson (1767–1845): 7th president of the U.S.A. (1829 to 1837).
Franklin D. Roosevelt (1882–1945): 32nd president of the U.S.A. (1933 to 1945).
Tongue twister line:
From the rustic rover to Samuel Sanders, they try to tickle the tongue with tricky tongue twisters.
1. A rustic rover round the ricks ran restlessly, and restive, he rushed to the nearby rural rill to reinvigorate himself. Then whoever he met, he ranted and raved with him or her with reckless arrogance. Revivified and rejuvenated, the vagrant straggler across the riverbank rumbled and rumbled , and trounced a regal recluse that triggered a fiery ruction. Then another rowdy ragamuffin slapped him hard and a furious rabble raised an unprecedented rumpus.
2. Samuel Sanders, a saucy salesman with sable brow, had an ancestral house in Sussex, but since he was a man of gypsy psyche, of late he strayed into Surrey and settled there for squarely six months, and then set out to straggle across the Sicilian seashore seeking psychological solace in the serene and suave sound of the seawaves.
3. You can't put a better bit of butter on your platter because a martyr did shatter the packet of your butter as it did welter in the gutter, but that waiter did cater you this later, muttering about an utter butter-hater from Gloucester with bitter hauteur.
19th November, 2016
Summit Times Ja Just Gotta Walk Away...
Excusing yourself as if...
going to the bidet,
an immense water closet
(perhaps the size of
Mar A Lago type getup),
sans human waste
(after flushing)
empties into prez Donald's bay,
where one bum wrapped aforementioned
toilet finely (and finally) enthrones
derriere exquisitely, and, delicately
intricately, chiseled wrought with cloisonne
ah...enjoying simple pleasure ass I say
sipping one after another Red Bull, whence
with one final trumpet of the rump -
(as acknowledgment to angry 1%),
though quite reluctantly did pay -
hitting the custom built in combination
handsome replica Taj Mahal fountainhead golf
course made from clay
baked Adobe bathroom links
(whew...long Atlas) shrugging off
responsibilities, escorted
by migrant compadre
Russian Putin lookalike uncannily
also resembles plucked Kernel Sanders
advocating consuming buttered Thomas
English muffins with oreos can delay,
tending to government, who successfully
playfully, melodiously preaches, sermonizes
and absolute zero values benefits burning
off calories, where couples sashay,
asper square and/or contra dancing,
where the caller hollers hip hip hooray
barely audible above
noisy fracas and fray
of crowded house,
avast throng of village people stomp
louder than a quiet
riot global military foray
anathema to dogma,
karma, persona... of
Jacques Cousteau, or like
minded millennials and/or gray
bearded whelk homed by elasmobranchii.
I am appalled..Sickened.' uncomprehending..!
Why a medical facility 'namley fort sanders'
Small s...' Intentional..) discharged this suffeing
Woman..? How could they.? Are they a care facilty?
Or a scare facility.'? Can any out there advise me?
On the oppresive actions, started by the obviously
Heartless, mean spirited caller. Who requested that
Police attend.' And they did.' four callous minded cops
That mocked, and accused an innocent person with
Sarcasam...In the depths of her despair she pleaded
She called out..Sir..! I am incensed..I am in despair.!
To witness the mental torture..The physical inhibiting
Actions of the four thugs.' Will anybody own friendship
With these pieces of excrenent.!? Slime is above them
Thats how low they live.' I don't want to know their
Names even..' its so toxic their action.' Beyond sick.'
And the pathology.. dept..Are protecting these scum.'
In Knoxville, a place I would think on twice before going.'
With people in charge like this, and others above them'
Yet well below..? Below the lowest level of contempt.'
Hustlin' Soul Jazz to the beat on the street/
Straight ahead Hank Mobley Art Blakey Seven Steps to the cool sounds of Harlem, diggin' deep into the subway, Harlem-148 St get off, take off/
whatcha say, bright moments, Man, bright moments the Pharoah Sanders way Milestones on the eight track Blue Mitchall's trumpet at the Sweet Basil, a jazz club in New York City's Greenwich Village/ a great place to play jazz and hang with no big pay day/
Wow, what a scene, Cecil McBee, Leroy Jenkins, Junior Mance, heavy heavy hitters of the jazz day/
So dig this, don't forget Wynton Kelly and his trio/
cool jazz covers and slick sleeves to get the record-buyin' hipster to hit on vinyl. Man, let me get you a bird's eye view, cause there ain't no cover charge to dig these words to view
She is a Celebrity and a Delight
Today I went to the retirement office.
Bozo One was helping someone.
Bozo Two was playing video games.
A woman came in from a door and said to me “I know you, right?”
She looked familiar too. She sat down and we began to talk.
We spoke of our children and grandchildren. She was wonderful.
She asked me what my name is.
“Caren Krutsinger”.
“I know that name,” she said,”I know you, don’t’ I?”
“Maybe. What is your name?”
“Dollene.”
“Not Dollene Sanders!”
She nodded.
“You are THE Dollene Sanders!”
Both Bozos looked up.
“For years I have heard of you.
Everyone I know says, “she is the only one in retirement who knows what she is doing
Do not ask for anyone else. You have to have Dollene!”
She expressed surprise that I had heard this.
“Only a hundred times,” I told her.
On the way out I wanted to linger.
Because I was in no hurray to return to the hell-hole that is my job.
I felt an urgent need to tell the Board of Education receptionist the Dollene Sanders story.
I had to wait for her to take six phone calls.
No problem. I wanted to wait for twelve phone calls.
“Do you know Dollene Sanders?” I asked her.
She nodded.
I told her the story about meeting Dollene.
“She is a celebrity, and a DELIGHT,” I told her.
The receptionist repeated “a delight.”
I told her how much I now love Dollene Sanders,
and there was a small giggle.
I gave her a stern look.
She smiled and said “Dollene Sanders is my mother.”
"Promise me that you'll give faith a fighting chance,
And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance.
I hope you dance" ~~ Mark Daniel Sanders / Tia M. Sillers ~~
Superseded thought waves not bothering with romance.
Why should I care now completely free, I am going to dance.
My cares are wild nymphs, escapees from worry no longer slaves.
Not bothering with romance, superseded thought waves
I am going to give my willpower a real fighting chance.
Blow my cares to the wind and be free, I am going to dance.
Whenever it’s my time, I’ll survive all this til my final hour.
A real fighting chance, I am going to give my willpower.
I won’t take a single moment for granted my health to enhance.
Carefree as a bird, you guessed it, I am going to dance.
Don’t tell me I am weak, I am strong, my feet well planted.
My health to enhance, I won’t take a single moment for granted.
Wonders happen I won’t believe the worst, In this enormous expanse,
The world revolves around faith, I have my share and I am going to dance,
As they bring in the verdict, I can’t say it will matter, it’ just the first.
In this enormous expanse, wonders happen, I won’t believe the worst.
I am light on my feet, I won’t sit this one out. I am absorbed in a trance,
Nothing can hurt me, I shall overcome, right now I am going to dance,
My word is survive, cant climb a mountain I will climb a hill, there’s no defeat
I won’t sit this one out I am absorbed in a trance, I am light on my feet.
Because I look like Colonel Sanders, people ask me for the secret recipe.
When I tell them that I don't have it, they always get very angry at me.
These dumbasses don't even know that the Colonel has been dead for thirty-five years.
Some people get violent when I say I can't help them, I've learned the meaning of fear.
Everybody asks me to tell them what the eleven herbs and spices are.
One guy tried to run over me with his truck, that was going way too far.
Another guy threatened to take his chicken and cram its head up my butt.
That was the last damn straw, I kicked the ass of that Kentucky Fried Idiot.
I was arrested for assault and the judge offered to go easy on me.
He said he'd suspend my sentence if I gave him the secret recipe.
I told him that I'm not the Colonel and he sentenced me to ten months in jail because he was pissed.
When I get out, I'm going to dye my hair and shave my beard because I can't take anymore of this.
(This is a fictional poem)
in a country of 335 million people
one of the richest more educated places
on the entire planet
the largest economy,
the best military
still for now a democratic country
is this the best we can do
choose between three old white men
as our next leader
and the leader of the world ?
a clearly delusional NYC ex reality TV star president
still talking about draining the swamp
and fighting the evil deep state
destroying the government in the process
as he and his cronies loot the country
a gadfly Senator ex Brooklyn Jew from small town Vermont
formenting radial revolution
yet failing to excite anyone but the young
and those falling behind
and a professional politician who has been around for decades
calling to restore the old failed status quo
saying that he can restore competence to the government
hoping that the third time is the famous charm
dear God if you exist
is this the best we can do?
nothing but silence
as God does not answer my plea
Hilary and Obama, woe-begotten
'Centrists' like them long forgotten
Sanders' philosophy - Big Tent
Bernie's, ahem, almost incontinent
Biden's supporting increased Medicare
He'll smell grandma's and grandpa's gray hair
O'Rourke's no 'Beta;' he's a Francis
Around questions, he does artful dances
Ocasio-Cortez so wanted to run
But paper ballots use too much carbon
Wayne Messam's the Mayor of Miramar
He's qualified for Vice-President of Miyanmar
Newark's ex-Mayor, the strident Kory Booker
His pledge: In the Oval Office, no hookers
And lest we forget, there's Senator Liz Warren
Claims to be 1/64th Indian, the moron
Just can't wait for that first Democrat debate
Twenty candidates -- every last one of them GREAT