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Oh, why don't cats like bananas,
Life would be so much simpler if we could get our cat to eat bananas.
She would not eat them on toast,
She would not touch them hidden in a roast.
We even stuffed some in a rat,
But she was having none of that.
Oh why don't cats eat bananas,
When there are so many bananas,
At ridiculously low prices that undercut,
The cheapest meat cut.
Any ideas would be appreciated,
As on bananas we are fixated,
We have them on toast,
Though we don't like to boast,
We eat them raw,
And in the raw,
Now we are having trouble fitting through the door,
And avoiding banana skins on the the floor.
When the veil is pulled away subject exposed story
what motivation drives these blind merchants
let's lay it out clearly from waters of your soul tabled
evidence points to an unstable world circus painting creeping bugs
following a trail of crumbs Judas kissing the other cheek
Where muppets pull all the strings attached accord
true crafts are undervalued directly honest speaking
making deals to undercut facts highlights a bought body
wages go backwards in time for those whom work hard
The upper crust consider themselves royalty in suits
when law of the land works for mere crumbs of their table
corruption's one disease of these needy vermin sinking fangs into
the icing of our cakes rats infested without hope
Justice is no longer held with value anymore
as the poor are robbed of their rights daily important
stripping values is the underhanded deals in tribunals hanging joke
Now slaves to the beggars purse cast as worthless
imperial law has been enforced through this savagery served
by poor management with silver lining fingers subject pollution begins
inwards always taking away but never ever giving back
Stealing becomes a bad example set telling both sides of the snakes tale
lies become the normal gender bending truth far fetched bigots
slanting this towards the underhanded source decisions effect reality
we should nail each and every deed that holds ransom to democracy
The realization is that both parties want to maintain power.
At the expense of "we the people".
That's why they rarely work together.
At every turn, they undercut one another.
They manipulate the pay-to-play media.
Both parties fan the flames of division.
When it suits their selfish commitments.
They really don't want us to play nice together.
Our division is their strength-their platform.
Our togetherness is their weakness.
Our calm causes their storm.
We don't have to follow their bleating
and tumble over the cliffs.
We are citizens, not sheep.
Come November, we must remember.
Who allowed the rioters to riot and looters to loot.
and cities to burn
Who was joyful when the economy tanked,
when people lost their 401k.
Come November, remember who burned down the churches.
Who painted graffiti on the graves of the fallen.
Who stood aside as you lost your job.
While they gave themselves hefty raises.
Who turned your dreams to crumbs
and left thugs to run the streets.
Come November, gather in great numbers.
Cast a vote... It's the only voice you have.
No matter the outcome-stay calm.
Accept the results when the people speak.
Scream at the sky if you must
as if it would make any difference.
I look out my window in Medford Oregon
at the unnaturally dark smoke-filled skies
Seems almost like the end of the world
Out here in the smoke-filled skies
Of the west
And realize that that the entire west coast
Is burning up
Quote the Donald,. "Give me clean, beautiful and healthy air - not the same old climate change (global warming) ********! I am tired of hearing this nonsense."
I consult the Donald for further wisdom and advice
and find that this is what he had to say
. "Well, I think the climate change is just a very, very expensive form of tax. A lot of people are making a lot of money. I know much about climate change. I'd be—received environmental awards. And I often joke that this is done for the benefit of China. Obviously, I joke. But this is done for the benefit of China, because China does not do anything to help climate change. They burn everything you could burn; they couldn't care less. They have very—you know, their standards are nothing. But they—in the meantime, they can undercut us on price. So, it's very hard on our business."
Ah it all makes sense
Climate change is a Chinese hoax
So, they can destroy the US economy
Thanks to our dear great leader’s wisdom
I am relieved
And realize that it will all be alright
If I just follow the wisdom
Of our dear leader
You can hear the resentment in my voice
I don't wanna be mad, but I don't have a choice
I don't have thin skin – I been rubbed raw
Blessed are the meek and the sons-in-law
All that I say, you undermine
You undercut me every time
Now nuthin' that I say to my kids has any worth
Someday the sons-in-law shall inherit the earth
I try, oh I try to be an attentive husband
Try to provide for my family, best I can
Work all day, that must count for somethin'
To take my place in the back of the line of men
I say this and you say that
Well, say hello to Mr. Doormat
You can wipe your feet on me when you enter my door
Blessed are the meek and the sons-in-law
Look at us all, so desperate and sad
Having to call some dictator "Dad"
It's enough to make your sense of injustice whirl
Oh, give us your tired sons-in-law of the world
II.
A politician just said to her crowd
what need have we for a border?
It’s a good thing to help poor folks in need,
we should let them all come over.
Even thought cartels control who gets through,
and subject the women to rape,
then off the choice ones as concubines,
dooming them to an awful fate.
And even when most of those foreigners
flagrantly violate our rules,
take people’s jobs, undercut all our laws,
yet lefties still think it’s all cool?!
Now they want us to pay for their health care,
when we cannot afford the same?
It’s fair to say they’re not on our side,
the left has gone friggin’ insane.
Cow Palace, on the Tucson-Nogales Highway,
famous for Hollywood stars like John Wayne.
At first, the sunset tipped its halo light, in my way,
as I tried to get a digital photograph in vain.
My Aunt drove closer, but a trucker pulled up,
then another, right into the parking lot. Seriously?
We pulled in front of him into this crazy setup.
I snapped. Inside business’ closed - flooded imperiously.
Read it has a mud floor and the calendar’s frozen
on September. The piano slowly falls apart. What
a way for a cowboy to say, “Happy Trails.” Chosen
to die with its boots on, The Cow’s tough-undercut.
Easier to photograph was Longhorn, huge rack displayed,
directly across from the slain Cow, who watches roofside.
Amado experienced a monsoon in 2018 - the Cow paid.
So much drama in the Arizona desert - nowhere to hide.
2/9/2022
Undercut and overwhelmed with once in a lifetime feelings
each death totally new, unlike any other, not even halfway
a blade of hurt cut deep into my chest like a channel
blue blood instantly changes red, irritating me.
I try to kill my feelings, before they kill me.
Pleading to be exchanged. What about me for her?
Grim Reaper does not turn around or acknowledge,
Busy marching his stunned victims to Neverland
I fall on my sword, but find it was worthless plastic
Hurting no one not even me
She’s in a much better place, someone says
Another throws out something equally stupid.
Her place is here, next to me, with her mother.
She was not ready I wail and keen. I want to bite them
To rip them apart and masticate them with my teeth.
I want the world to suffer, because I am.
As the rooster crows:
A look in the pool mirrored a perfect mop
At times of frizzy hair or defiant shaggy tresses
Ohhh the satisfaction at the sight
And yabba, dabba, doo!! echoed loud and clear
Triumphant male ego at its best!
A man’s crowning glory
Pulled, cut, brushed, curled, straightened, shaved
Lathered, gelled, creamed and pasted
Soaked in fragrant macassar oil
Invigorator, conditioning both groom and style.
Macho, gentle, sweet, daring tastes
Side-partings, medium, undercut and long
Sporting pony-tails, short back and sides
Elvis and James Dean quiffs curled kiss-me-quicks,
Punk, mohawk, flambouyant fringes
Highlights and lowlights, sprays and blow-dries!
All part and parcel of male vanity and crowning glory.
Heckles from the hen house:
As some men grow older they shed hair.
Each day they seek strands that were once there,
But skin patches widen --
Just check out Joe Biden.
Prepare to shut eyes in the bright glare.
A comb-over seems like a good plan,
But ladies don’t flock to a con man.
With 10 hairs remaining,
A “crown” they are feigning.
What happens when strands face a wind fan?
No reason for men to grow manic;
Moustaches and beards can work magic,
Diverting attention
Without the pretension
That balding is simply too tragic.
The “rug” method’s just too expensive,
Espec’ly when loss is extensive.
Like Telly Savalas,
The outcome’s not callous --
Few women find baldness offensive!
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With special thanks to Carolyn Devonshire
with whom this fun write was written.