In an attempt to document my worth to your esteemed organization, I hereby submit my unredacted resume.
I was educated using blocks, books, chalk, blackboards and the slide rule. “Testing” was used to “evaluate” progress and assist in future choices.
I graduated Magna cum softly from a “free” education facility with a double major in life and its unlimited learning experiences. I am presently enrolled in its post graduate “Masters” program.
I am currently up to date on all of the recent “vaccinations”, upgrades and mask wearing theory.
I do, however, suffer from a long-standing problem with a “work ethic” issue and find it difficult not to show up and produce as I believe it is important to my remaining gainfully employed.
When asked by another employee a question such as: “I wonder what he/she thinks?” I usually reply: “I’m more concerned about why you're so concerned about what he/she thinks.”
I would bring to your “work” place an open mind (not to be confused with an empty head).
If you are interested in offering me employment please contact me by snail mail as my computer mysteriously disappeared last night.
John G.Lawless
©3/20/2023
Categories:
unredacted, education, humor, work,
Form: I do not know?
Then came the checkers of the facts
Patting themselves on the backs
Moccasin minds that leave no tracks
Piling up rumors in stapled stacks.
It matters not whether pro or con
They all sing a slightly twisted song
A mantra that makes the right seem wrong
Or at least filtered through an inhaled bong.
They’ve all been trained to speak with one voice
Forgetting that that is giving up choice
And chanting is naught but a lot of noise
To drown out the roar of the “preachers” Rolls-Royce.
So study the graphs, the charts, unredacted
And lean to the side to which you’re attracted
But remember the “facts” can all be retracted
With the heavy dark lines of those who attacked it.
John G. Lawless
©7/24/2022
Categories:
unredacted, fun, humor, satire,
Form: Rhyme
The months, the years, the colors fade to gray
And expedite the truth our minds betray.
The changes feel so close, yet far away,
In languid, ebbing scents of yesterday.
The sum of all we are and hoped to be
Would circle lines within a living tree.
To cycle through the seasons' set decree,
Then fall, obeying laws of gravity.
We reach to scoop and grasp the sparkled sand
And watch it slip so quickly from our hand.
Each grain remains defiant to demand,
Yet knows the spot precisely where it lands.
A truth exists our thoughts cannot define.
More stars will form than all the sand combined.
Our lives were never sketches we designed,
An unredacted touch by one divine.
Gene Bourne.
04-26-14
Iambic Pentameter (Cataletic).
Rhyme - AA-AA
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Categories:
unredacted, allegory, allusion, analogy, assonance,
Form: Iambic Pentameter