I can never get too many signs
Said a cousin of mine named Boo Rimes.
We gave them to her every holiday.
She is stapling them onto her ceiling now today.
They are in her bathroom, her kitchen too.
She walks around them, careful with her shoe.
Wall to wall and side to side in green, red and blue.
I think you have enough, I said to my Cousin Boo.
Categories:
stapling, 1st grade, 5th grade,
Form: Rhyme
world "leaders" have us beneath their boots.
using the flu to control us through fear
Kotexing our smiles
shortening our years
segregating us from one other.
Like a new age K.K.K
dusting off nightmares
of our polyester youth
stapling goblins to our brains.
THEY'VE chained up the house of God.
Turned us against one another.
Encourage us to fear one another.
Like a new age big brother.
They follow our every move
feed our children computer chips
the damn fools even tried to take
our sweet lord out of the eternal mix.
Mayhem has become a right.
intolerance is the banner of entitlement
we've been groped and raped
...and if you hadn't noticed
segregation is back in vogue
everybody wants to be black
without the burdens... of course...
mud people in an endless rinse cycle of stupidity-
Armies are camped on opposite sides
of purple mountains steep
sharpening knives against god bones
as they line up the battered bleats.
Waiting for a spark to make love to flint.
These are crow and gasoline times folks
the age of Aquarius has buckled under
a Landslide of insanity.
Categories:
stapling, abuse, age,
Form: Free verse
(The Kyoto Protocol, an international
treaty signed in December 1997, commits
member states to reduce their carbon
dioxide emissions. The United States is
the only First World nation not to ratify
the treaty.)
Spend it, squander, swill down, swallow,
waste it, wassail, welter, wallow.
There's no "I" in America.
(Well, maybe one.)
Billow, burn up, bloat and burgeon,
Don't stint (see stomach-stapling surgeon).
There's no "me" in America.
(Well, maybe one.)
Blow up. Bulge. Indulge your senses.
Guzzle, grab, gorge - don't heed no fences.
There's no "crime" in America,
no restraints, no consequences.
(Well, maybe one.)
Categories:
stapling, environment,
Form: Rhyme
Oh Paper Clip, Dear Paper Clip
let me always sing your praises!
You keep my pages held tight
without the violence of stapling
and yet your grip is so gentle as
to release a sheet without a blemish.
When the project in your care concludes
you go back into the desk desk drawer
with nary a complaint or a quibble
and fall back into the stiff routine
of anticipating the next chance
to make yourself useful.
You are so loyal and understanding
that even when I ask you to be
a hanger of christmas ornaments
you immediately bend to the task.
You don't even mind
when I straighten you out
and use you like a toothpick.
You remain the consummate aide
through both thick reams and thin.
You have won my heart
you little metallic angel
and if Mother approves
I have every intention
of making you an honest binder.
Categories:
stapling, faith, family, happiness, humor,
Form: Ballad