May the Lord please circumvent.
My new abode, an oxygen tent.
Of course, I won't pay any rent.
Illusions going heaven sent.
Manifest a daily toast.
Inhaling just a legal dose.
Believing its just the most.
What! you mean Depart my cave?
Don,t you know I,m well behaved?
If E>T> was humane he,d have it made.
Friends outside my tent would wave.
Inside i,d try with all my might.
To get higher than a kite.
Please wear no frown.
My feet are firmly on the tent ground.
I would work with little rest.
May these inventions please be blessed.
Deductions that fit your taxes.
City jobs not needing license.
Little pills, a cure for all.
All while causing no withdraw.
Paten-leather sandals with suction soles.
As sleep walkers up tall buildings goes.
Nite-caps with pipped hair-pins.
Protecting sleep walkers from crisp winds.
Comfort cloths pins that fit your nose.
Sprinkled with extra-strength no-dose.
Printing press that dollars churn-out.
Glowing candles that never burn-out.
Oh, You know the list is endless.
So please remember who your friend is.
Before I sign-off, may I say.
Have yourself a very, very merry day.
God Bless!
Ringleted and pink cheeked, the girl child sat,
Upon the bench next to her Da and his cronies.
The Goliaths munched greasy burgers and string fries.
Dirt smudged her upturned face.
Like the remnants of the grime covering Da's overalls.
Baseball caps and factory-embroidered jackets;
Spoke of tractor pulls and manure piles ripe for the garden.
A bunch of salt laced potatoes dangled from her mitt.
Droplets of gooey ketchup dribbled from the corner of her lip.
Uncles surrounded in a girth of love so large
And as her tiny paten leather feet touched the floor
Her hand reached for Da's and the blankie.
All was right with the world.