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Chicken aroma haunts the booth
Colonel watches from his highlander, heavenly roof
Realizing gimmick, more nourishing than a baby ruth
Candy bar
Named after the major league diamond star
Crispy crunch
Microphones record the munch
From the perfect afternoon lunch
During eleven's hour
Clutch play was the power
Being able to respond
Using leather glove wand
Answering where to go
Enjoy a good show
And a meal
Base hit steal
Served up Freddie style
Working utilities, going the extra mile
Where nothing gets by
Unless the ball is a fly
Experiencing a short stop at the concession stand
Feeding hungry traditional fans
Taking daily win to the bank
For those pinstriping Yanks
Even if game ends with a strike out
Solid defense will earn a healthy shout
“Cluck it
We have a real cool beach bucket!”
I fell for it again; because I am easy and forget
I keep forgiving, and when I do, it is over.
So here I am, giving him another check,
To pay his rent, a one time deal
Just like last month and the month before
No wait, it was not rent the month before
It was grocery money. His social security check did not come.
Now that I think of that, I feel better, less suckered.
This will be the last time surely, not like last year
When I was writing a check for his utilities and his girlfriend’s baby’s diapers.
He is my nephew after all. He is seriously trying.
He has a new job, and he sounds optimistic about it.
I found myself saying “if you don’t like it, you should quit”
I knew better, I wished I had taped my mouth
Knowing it will be the same as the last six times he got a job.
As a child, I was never bored
I spent hours gawking
going through my mother's
home decorating magazines
seeing things I'd never seen
that we could never afford
So full of spacious Southern homes
described as “gracious”
all wrapped in white porches with
white wicker chairs, clean, pristine
untouched, untainted
by 'common' people
and poverty
When they said “gracious”
they didn't mean
universally welcoming
But there were other issues
featuring “rustic” things
cabins and sheds, antique folk art
and cast iron beds
carefully curated collections
of antiquated stuff...
and these were my favorite fads by far
Yes, I thought- here was something
a style more attainable
for the likes of me
Rough, aged structures with
cracks in the walls
like my great aunt's hundred-year-old
cabin, except
theirs were prettier
than hers, all gussied up-
without the necessary utilities
utensils and ugliness
of everyday life
Theirs were not
actual homes, but mere display cases
for fancy flea-market finds
a backyard curiosity
not an actual place to live- because
Oh no- they would never consider
actually
living there
For there is nothing picturesque
about poverty
Things happen today that didn't vex me when I was young.
Seems as I advance in years I can hardly rein my tongue!
Lord, I can't imagine that it's patience that I lack,
But I want things done yesterday, and that's a truthful fac'!
The plumber promised she'd be here Tuesday of last week.
She ain't showed up yet to fix that confounded leak!
The kid who vowed he'd mow the lawn has failed to appear.
He's probably playing computer games and guzzling beer!
The phone is on the fritz and I called about that today.
They'll come tomorrow, or at least that's what they say.
My bewildering computer has developed a baffling quirk,
And I need it to write a poem! I'm about to go berserk!
Alas, the electricity failed just as the super-bowl game starts.
Utilities says it can't be fixed 'til morning due to lack of parts.
My luggage was lost - a great way to start an ocean cruise!
What am I to do, sans my tux and an extra pair of shoes!
Maybe the pace o' living is finally catching up with me.
Lord, why can't other fellers get in step with me is my plea!
I need Your help for deliverance from this grim perdition.
'Twould simplify my life and certainly improve my disposition!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
My friends said C’mon let’s go, let’s head on down to Mexico.’
We’ll drink up all their tequila and we’ll snort up all their blow.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, out to Aspen, Colorado.
We’ll snuggle with some bunnies, and ski ‘til our buzz starts to go.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, it’s cold under this Missouri snow.
Let’s go to Miami and party ‘til we run out of dough.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, those Las Vegas lights are all aglow.
We’ll gamble away all our cash and leave with nothing to show.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, let’s head on down south to New Orleans.
Drink all night at Mardi Gras, get the drunkest we’ve ever been.
My friends said c’mon let’s go, to the sands of California’s beach.
Where the wine flow like water, and all our dreams will be in reach.
Chorus:
Why don’t you pack yourself a bag and let’s get on down the line.
We’ll worry about tomorrow later…but today we’re gonna feel just fine.
I said you guys go on without me, maybe I will make it there someday.
But now I have responsibilities, and life keeps getting in the way.
I can’t pay the rent and the utilities if I don’t go to work today.
Maybe when I’m a little older, then I’ll have time to come out and play.
With my wife, four kids and a dog, my life has turned out just fine.
I don’t worry ‘bout tomorrow ‘cause I always toed the line.
I’m ready to pack my bag and use the money I never spent.
I have the time to go see, all those places I never went.
Tried to get in touch with my friends, so that maybe we could meet.
But Dave lives at Bellevue, Blue sleeps in a box out on some street.
Dan didn’t shake the habit and OD’d a year ago today.
Frankenstein’s in jail somewhere and that’s where he’s going to stay.
Chorus:
I said you guys go on without me, maybe I will make it there someday.
But now I have responsibilities, and life keeps getting in the way.
Glad they went without me, while I stayed and toed the line.
Because tomorrow my friends is finally here, and I am feeling just fine.
I’m going to pack my bag so I can get on down the line.
I don’t have to worry about tomorrow , and today I’m feeling just fine.
© Jerry Brotherton
Confined in a stiff concrete wall
A box with the window bars
His brand-new residence
The guard took back the handcuffs!
In this concealed house
Provided a few basics utilities
Besieged by the cameras
Will let him endure the breathing.
Detained in a stiff concrete wall
Blocked off from his compatriots
Those who have been oppressed
By the antique monarchy
Those who protested the dictatorship
Called in peace for justice
And the primary human rights;
In a single life!
A bird flew by
Then turned back to encircling
Like they knew each other
Long time worked together
Wished to boost the unfree friend.
From now on, just the brave heart
Can break over the high wall
To follow the white dove!
Along with other assorted mail, I received the telephone bill today.
I thoroughly examined it and discovered much to my dismay,
A bewildering assortment of taxes, fees and sundry charges.
It seems that with each passing month the confounded list enlarges!
A new fee was added called "The Low Income Phone Assistance Fund."
This was perplexing, leaving me thoroughly outraged and stunned!
Am I paying for some kid to play games and text on his cellular phone?
I'm donating seven cents for that outrageous fund - more than I condone!
I'm paying eleven cents for something called a "Facility Relocation Recovery Fee."
I suppose that goes to support another superfluous government entity!
Six bucks is the usurious rate I pay for the "Federal Access Taxation!"
Access to what, I ask? I sure would appreciate an explanation!
I'm assessed a dollar for "State and Federal Universal Service Fees."
All these taxes, fees and surcharges really put me in a squeeze!
There are more county, state and federal taxes on top of all of this.
If new fees aren't added next month, they'll surely be remiss!
In evaluating my monthly statement I've come to this conclusion:
The government, phone company and public utilities are in collusion,
Hiring hordes of MBAs to concoct taxes, fees and charges ad infinitum!
I reckon that's the cost of owning a phone - alas, we can't do without 'em!
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
(© All Rights Reserved)
The Boss Up in His Tower
By Franklin Price
12/8/2016
The boss up in his tower, and the worker down below
Had somehow disconnected, how it happened who's to know
Been together since conception of the business and the plan
Each one knew the job to do, both the worker and the man
The years went by, the profits grew, the way was bright and clear
The worker was dependable; worked hard from year to year
The boss became an egotist, puffed out his chest with glee,
” Look at me, without me, where would the worker be?”
It was he who had succeeded, all the profits were his own,
He moved into a mansion as the company had grown.
Drove expensive autos. vacationed foreign lands
The worker ran the business, exceeding all demands
The worker fed his family, paid utilities and tax,
Often went to Goodwill for the clothes upon their backs
The car he drove was ten years old, and always breaking down,
Barely got the kids to school, wife to discount stores in town.
For vacations to a foreign land there was no hope at all
Unless the money gambled, won the elusive power ball
So the worker kept on working, just to barely pay the rent
At Christmas time a gift certificate, for a turkey, he was sent.
The worker finally had enough and went out on his own
His wife and children helped him, by answering the phone.
He worked hard to develop a better life for him
Soon hired his own workers, paid a living wage to them
The worker kept succeeding; knew all not due to him.
Each person, that he hired, was a loyal working gem.
His policy was sharing all the profits to appear.
His workers could pay all their bills and take vacations every year.
The worker was not stupid; knew some hires just got by
Would barely get their jobs done, did not really want to try
Took off every chance they got, did not work so well for him
Did not deserve the profit sharing and, with warnings, fired them.
The boss that he had left behind saw the error of his ways
He had not done it all himself, being greedy never pays.
Customers bought from the worker, for the quality was there.
The boss lost most his business, he had no one left to care.
Always before when we were bored we built something new or remodeled a bathroom or a closet.
Or something.
This is the third house that we have built from scratch.
It is perfect.
We knew now what we did not like in the others.
Four bathrooms for the two of us might seem silly to some.
For us it made sense, seeing as we have ten grandchildren – six who rarely visit.
A dog door for Sophie was imperative, so she can relieve herself too whenever she wants.
The only thing we would change about this house is the dirty coal tax.
We built an earth-sheltered home that was guaranteed to stay an average fifty-five
Degrees, even if the air and the heat went out.
Our utilities were an impressive one hundred and sixty three dollars a month the first two months.
Not bad considering my husband keeps this house on FREEZE in the summer, and that is usually expensive.
The “dirty coal tax” came into play the third month we were here. We are now paying an average of seven hundred dollars a month because someone decided we needed to add a “dirty coal tax”.
The name is apt, I will give it that.
A year ago, the Russian state launched an unprovoked attack
Seizing land from Ukraine but they've bravely fighting back
If Russia can't have it, they operate a policy of scorched earth
And turn many towns and villages into mounds of rubble and dirt.
Russia then weaponised their gas and shipments of grain
And tried to inflict on the civilian people unbearable pain
His criminal army targets hospitals, schools, homes and utilities
He thought the Ukrainians would surrender, rather than freeze.
He tells the Russian people lies and many believe every word
And he tells them he's protecting Russia ;I find that absurd
We've seen evidence of his atrocities against women and men
And it's heart-breaking to see pictures of murdered children.
Ukraine was never a bold threat to that rogue terrorist state
Putin thought the west would leave the Ukrainians to their fate
How wrong was he to think the western world would look away
They're helping Ukraine defend itself and NATO leads the way.
Russia's ancient equipment and army are no match for the west
And to help Ukraine defend itself it is supplying weapon's the best
The Russian dead pile up on battlefields but Putin doesn't care
And hides away in the safety and comfort of his underground lair.
Wagner mercenaries recruited from jails to increase Russian might
Told their sentences will be lengthened if they don't go and fight
The dregs of Russian humanity are now sent to the eastern front
Together with inexperienced conscripts who now bear the brunt.
Russia is asking for weapons from North Korea, China and Iran
If China supplies them weapon's then their trade we should ban
People say Ukraine should concede land so that the war will end
But Russia has shown its evil dark side and will never be a friend.
Putin keeps threatening to use weapons of mass destruction
And has now backed out of treaties and increased production
Does he honestly think that the western world will stand by
If he launches just one, then you can be sure the west will reply.
Vladimar Putin started this war and there is no one else to blame
He is a disgrace to humanity and should hang his head in shame
Decent Russians and there are many should topple him for his crime
And his war criminal army arrested and either hung or serve time.