Every tourist shares a trait;
they're walking, talking, f*cking bait
Who fog up our Earth's finest places
With fat wallets and fat f*cking faces
If you live in a City or by the sea
I'm sure you'll likely, mostly agree;
These scavengers of our landscape may pay cash
but leave in their wake a disgraceful dash
I admire their carelessness;
why should I have any?
The crimes of the few are the crimes of the many
I think I'll be a tourist
And maybe we'll see…
I'll be ‘that c*nt from another country’
~A knock on my door came late in the day,
in wonder I pondered, who could be there.
I peered through the peep to keep them at bay,
eyeing this merchant, returning my stare.
I asked through the crack, just what have you sir,
he stated, my friend, just wait till you see,
it slices, it dices, mixes and stirs,
from all of these chores, you’re quickly set free.
I swung wide the door, responding in kind,
I care not to buy these wares that you sell.
He placed in my hand this wonderful find
then sold me on whim and quickly turned tail.
It broke the next day, though spared from the trash
to always remind me...never pay cash.
June 30, 2022
If you spray paint a glass ashtray,
and smash half with a crowbar.
Some tool may pay cash for that,
at your local bazaar.
Only silly witticism,
don't take it to heart.
Though the violins begin,
what does define art?
One little metaphor,
which image will it bring?
When the wood warbler sings,
it's like crickets chirping.
This and many others,
yes, many other things.
One single metaphor,
what image does it bring?
She's a pricy slice of panel,
that lovely smiling Mona.
Into a blasting metallic sand,
enters The Queen singing poses.
With the hands of a master.
chiseled visions grow from stone.
Fast flowing molten bronze.
get cast in wax molds.
A Slipshody Facady,
is quickly exposed.
It's moulin rouge bawdy,
blue ribbon wins the show.
Is it spicy, bold or saucy?
And tickles your nose.
Or icy cold and frothy,
like liquid amber gold?
Yet what defines art,
if I may be so bold?
Well, Does it inspire,
your heart, mind, or soul?
You and I
Is the past
I am feeling so good I am riding down Alameda feeling so good down here in Baltimore MD on Home coming ( Morgan State University)
Feeling so good a two- three defense can’t stick me
Sorry to inform you this way but I elevate myself to higher position
I didn’t even have to consolidate my bills because everything is paid for opps did I forget I pay cash for every thing
I have that passion to please
I donate to Salvation Army and I didn’t just donate can foods I provided can openers also.
I am so Good and happy Today
I Wish you was Here with me too celebrate ……
JCMT 11/17/14
Like an eagle that preys
Upon a catfish pond
I have an intelligence
Not to hunt in the wilderness
I'd rather exploit the simple
Minded domestication
of people's ignorance.
So materialistic
I can sell you diamonds
When you know children
have died for it.
Sell you shoes
When all it is, is plastic.
Use your plastic
When you've been taught
to pay cash for it
Capitalistic America
will always be the eagle
and you the fish
plucked from a catfish farm
cause you refuse to
acknowledge your own
ignorance.
people fail to deliver a job with honesty and industrious nature.
when they died, they carried pain and raised worrying rankles,
children never face them, they find the practice has no true feature.
no doubt, they are educated and professional to hide taxes,
then built a house of cheat for a soul to live in peace,
and run a race to maintain cheat for excessive relaxes.
they run community, society and the world with optional benefit,
there is no truth, they produce problems and a solution of cheat,
and seeking reliability, honesty and punctuality to maintain a cheat set.
Progress is based on cheat to produce positive and approachable manner,
they deliver a trustworthy service with 100% warranty to build trust,
if you pay cash, very good, if you need a receipt you pay tax for scanner.
Religion, politics, education; justice based on professionalism,
criminality is growing in wildness mercy and forgiveness is Godism.
Hunger Made Me Do It Without Him Signing My Contract!
My pockets were empty and my stomach was growling. He called at noon wanting me to
care for his cats for a week, saying he’d pay cash. Because he was in such a hurry, he’d
leave the key for me under his mat. Going against my lawyer’s rules, I agreed.