big man big gun big heart
that's me in a nutshell
healin's my callin'
shootin's my insurance
guns run dry
my spear don't
rock don't lie
men do
I trust my pickax
my pa said shoot straight
and speak truth
I live by both
bang! ha ha!
did I get ya?
they fear my gun
they should fear
what's behind it
God guides my hands
medicine does the rest
What is hungry that
These turnips
Shall be fattened
With bacon. This
Spoke the troll
he gathered turnips
from Onsager s garden.
Breadcrumbs shall
atop this au gratin
With bacon , pumpkin
from Onsager s mystery
Garden He was angry
because Ole Onsager
Put fatback in front
Of the bacon hiding it
from the Scrooges and
Mizzers. But me Jack
the Troll but mi hand
beneath all that fatback
and found this treasure trove
Of sugarcured bacon. I saw
Turnip greens atop the bulbs
Of earthy goodness.
I remember the from the book
Of Sages, the words of
Meade's and Meanest.
The greens of this frost bit
Place is the garden of the
Mizzers. Only the leaves of
Tender fresh turnips are for
Consumption . My cassorolle
Shall aroma of garlic, onions
and carrots.the crumbled bacon
Shall nearest thee.. the cream and
Roux shall mix with the broth
And these turnips and pumpkins
Shall be loved and adorned.
Not to be looked over by the
Mizzers and Scrooges..
The ground beneath me
So happy d you
Need a pickax
To break it!
Titties in Bra!
upon finding him
she thought that she’d stumbled onto some sort of
greatness,
of which she’d never encountered on her own,
during the passage of time in her whole life---
she thought that his greatness lay just beneath the surface
of this scruff of a man with an interesting glint in his eyes &
if she took him upon herself
if she bore the lot of him
if she adopted this
project,
she would be able to change him &
in doing so,
he would come to realize his full potential,
having her to owe
having her to need
having her to cherish
as the one directly responsible for his
success.
where such an impulse stems from,
what inadequacy drives one to believe
that to create a need in another
in order to feel needed &
in order to provide the want essential
to fill a gaping hole in oneself,
cannot be found in a few hours with a shovel &
a pickax---
even a decent sized construction crew
armed with heavy equipment &
all the time in the world
might not even scratch the surface.
bottom line---
no person is a “project” &
no project whose sole purpose is to
change another human being
will ever succeed
except in providing reason to avoid
anyone with the audacity to
try & do so.
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