Do I spend time in self-appraisal
Everyone is less than me,
Do I want to be more important
Than others can ever be?
Do I give myself first place
And everyone follows me,
Do I forget about others
While they must remember me?
Do I think good for another
Or I Me Myself is best,
Do I share with the needy
Or pray that God them do bless?
Do I visit the sick and aged
That cannot cash or kind repay,
Or do I help those that need me
With thoughts of returns or prepay?
Do I visit them in prisons
Treating them like humans too,
Or do I before clay images
Pray their lives will renew?
Do I change my ways and thinking
Following the teaching of the Lord,
Or do I sit at home just praying
That God gives them their just reward?
Carcinoma!
From the sun, hot, burning on your face.
Now you must come clean,
Didn’t use sunscreen,
And you’ve done huge damage to your base!
Carcinoma!
Get those babies frozen right in place.
And the ones that are too large for that,
We can use the scalpel to erase!
We know this did not go as planned
It will only cost a couple grand.
What did you say?
Yeow! They only take prepay?
You’d better do it,
Don’t take your time,
Carcinoma,
Carcinoma, today!
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To the tune of “Oklahoma!”
From the musical “Oklahoma!”
Written 03/12/2022
Should the day find you alone
waiting patient by the phone,
let out a ring or two
before the message cue;
call me, a ghost from the past
holding to your memory, I ask
call me for the holidays
or anytime toll free or prepay.
Don't hesitate, it's your choice,
I wait to hear your voice, .
THEY SAID BY THIS TIME WE WOULD
ALL HAVE CHIPS IN OUR HANDS
Sharp- tack like. Smart- in the way of the whip.
Not just another pretty face
Another prepay throwaway phone number
A melting face scorching heat summer
This deity of feminine endings
A portable telecom utilize powered solar waves
Sentience to embrace
Not just a common *****
Romance to begin
A deathly contentment witch
Cellular radio telephonic device
Your fate dwells depending
A sentence to this
Sewn on Siamese twin
A human centipede stitch
To connect via radio frequency
All these men a chip in their hand?
The chips already there
They hold it everyday
And Candy-crush
Facebook
Angry-birds
Zombies of hypnotic freemium turds
They have implanted the chip
You swore you never would succumb
It is either attached to your hip
Or glued to your thumbs
In irony
(Zombie gardening apt analogy)
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