I refuse to live in a castle said the king
maybe a houseboat, hut or yacht up in Bing?
a treehouse even, if it has an elevator ding-a-ling
royal kitty rolled his eyes with exasperated zing
But not a beehive, for I am allergic to their sting
Realtors called all day, every few seconds, a loud ping
This cottage has a garden, tractor and a porch swing
I do not want to do any work at all, reminded the king
Your golden calf
speaks artfully in my ear
marketing its millions of worshipers-
whispers of temptation to be like you-
If all life produces are idolators
from the gold calves they adore,
where are its gardeners
its realtors
its nourishers
its doctors
its listeners
its philosophers
it cleaners
its mothers
its fathers?
These are the pillars of society.
Remember this
and don't feel ashamed of who you were meant to be.
We all have a part to play on this sea of glass
and rocky debris
*Image of The Leaf is Falling Real Estate is Not by Shorewest Realtors.
captivating moments
free falling leaf
liberal spun air floats~~
grounded for life
2022 January 13
Trump With A Moth
I really wonder how Trump would feel
If someone said he had no eye appeal
Are no cute realtors on his quasi-staff
If they were would roll over and laugh.
On his beauty wants no one to tread
So does like to lay under a sun bed
To add more color to his white skin
My hopes to him I will never pin.
Trump again is not going to rehearsal
Own ideas does prefers their dispersal
He flew off handle eating some broth
When his mouth met up with a moth
James Slip of the Tongue Thesarious Horn
Retired Veteran and Preferred Poet
Monopoly is like life.
There are the leaders,
Who made all the right choices.
There are those who are bankrupt,
Who made all the wrong ones.
There are the lucky ones,
Who land on Free Parking.
There are those with a little less luck,
Who land in Jail.
There are the ones that are doomed from the start,
Who Go Directly To Jail.
There are the bankers,
Who control the money.
There are the realtors,
Who deal out the houses and hotels.
There are the ones that win,
Who don’t just enjoy the game.
There are the ones that lose,
Who love every minute of it.
So as I said before,
Monopoly is like life.
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