Mr Clint Eastwood, one top dollar guy
Other film makers just watch him and sigh
With back catalogues they can sit back and rest on
Our Clint has released a brand new neo-western
Cry Macho’s the title, I’ve not seen it yet
But it will be ‘wicked’ on that you can bet
My wife said that cowboy is ninety years old
He won’t stampede horses he won’t dig for gold
I told her I don’t know what it’s all about
But Hollywood know how will figure it out
Maybe he’ll shoot folk and watch them all die
And then tell his nurse he can’t remember why
That one time gunslinger, occasional singer
Gets on screen come ons from each passing humdinger
There’s cheroots and liquor, yet what he wants most
A box of viagra… he might need a gross
I mean no offence to that great fellow, Clint
Who gets propositioned by each passing bint
If my ridicule seems a tad over zealous
Don’t worry, Clint… it’s just that I’m jealous!
Hanging by a stint
this morning.
I can kid myself
no more.
The frequent rests,
the loss of breath.
don't lessen but
increase.
I could plot the curve,
divine the date, but
found it more agreeable,
in a Native American way,
to welcome each day
as a gift.
Three Year Stint
William Shatner
Was a space captain only as an actor.
He told fans to get a life,
Which only brought him strife.
Thought I'd write about something naughty
I'm good at it as you very well know
It comes from decades of ogling these ladies
And watching them put on a show
Seduced a young filly, jail bait for sure
Got away with it, but what an encounter
With tons of raw energy, nearly blew my mind
Should have left her alone where I found her
Hope the authorities don't get a hold of this
There's a possibility I'll disappear for a while
Serving some time in the old county jail
I hear inmates are quite quick with a smile
As soon as you read it, dump it in the trash
Don't want to take too many chances
Lived quite an honourable life until now
Don't wanna be a victim of circumstances
This was just a figment of my imagination
But I'm paranoid when it comes to the law
Have a squeaky clean record up until now
That's how I want to keep it, yeehaw!
© Jack Ellison 2015
... stint of adventure,
all in six sequential dream.
Odyssey complete.
...in this land, we lived
to see pharaoh and stars
in their origin...
...a world map we held
our destination is Egypt
Where wonders reside...
...By noon, six of us
were tired and sat on
bare
soil. May be a stray...
... night welcome heavy
droplet and fall us asleep
till next morn, we tour...
...stint of adventure
along a bar lane, near sea
here the trip began...
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