17-year-old school-kid shoots and kills two
What else is there on a weeknight to do
Cross the border into Wisconsin from Illinois
Then commit an act, separates a man from a boy
Just an 'ordinary citizen,' this kid
Doing what fellow adults did
Taking to the streets to halt the trashing of their town
Targeting rioters screaming, 'Police - Defund!'
Found innocent today, the kid breathes a sigh of relief
'Just defending himself,' per Wisconsin law's briefs
One question I've got, seems no one will ask
~ Why weren't Kyle's parents up to their task?
sister practicing flute while i tackle math
AP: Honorabe Mention 2026
fall weeknight
chef boyardee pizza
made from box kit
AP: 3rd place 2025
Wheel of Fortune and Jeopardy
I live and die with these shows
Must now be classified as a senior citizen
Only old people watch them, you know
Pat, Vanna, and Alex Trebek
Are like members of my immediate family
So familiar are the faces of these TV friends
Like branches on my own family tree
Why do I not get tired of these shows
Guess I'm trying to solve the puzzles as well
Or maybe it's Vanna, love that old gal
She's a sweetie, still under her spell
If a weeknight goes by without these shows
Seems like something's missing, I fear
Wander around with a blank look on my face
Hope they're here for thirty more years
© Jack Ellison 2014
She’s out there in the cold
And I alone in her warm house
The moose is on the branch
She the owl, white as rice
I write of nature, because it is her nature that she play soccer
In 40 degree weather
8pm on a weeknight
While I type in her living room
Reforming myself
Seeing the monkeys on the branch
Realizing the leaf may not block us forever
For the sun appears as everything blows
In The Sunshine Of Our Life
Go weeping clouds of the weeknight
How you fill our streets with assume fright
Washing down a flooding mess
To some causing much duress
Pinging down upon my glass
With speeds of light hitting fast
Natures washing away the city filth
Here in our commonwealth
With my windows no longer clear
Darkness lingers this time of year
Wetness has strewn across this area hard
I now have a small pond in my yard
Haven’ seen much of the sunshine
Soon it will be a day for Valentines
My bones are sore from all this moisture
If this keeps up I’ll need a trip for aquapuncture
Go weeping clouds of the weeknight
Down to the basement I go with a flash
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