“If you scratch my back,”
said the cuttlefish,
“I'll scratch yours, my dear,
for you're really quite a dish!”
“If we were to wed,
'neath overhead night starry,
upon the ocean bed,”
replied the calamari,
“just think,
when the ink
has dried,
together
we'll be tied,
I'll be your Belle,
you'll be my Beau,
and happily we'll be,
ever after... squid pro quo.”
When the poem became tears
As the ink drips,
I have become an emotional basket case.
My keyboard squeals, as the businessman's anxiety climbs
At the sound of the opening bells,
Tariff wars targeting the poor,
Evil Eyes merges with the Texas Tycoons
What is the poor trader's offense?
Going once, going twice,
To be poor is to be honest,
How can honesty be the best policy
Knowingly, a poor man can never win a war with a rich man
Going once, going twice no deal
Tariff wars targeting the poor:
“They fought with them, we feel the pain
Forget the old saying, you scratch my back
I scratch yours, what are the poor man's justifications
Tighten your podiums, ring your bells
And remember the words,
“They charge us, we charge them,
Why is the world upset?
Aggression, depression, and the will to survive
Inferior and permanent: listen to
Bob Marley's “War song we will always be in war”
Term Limits
Would Drain The Swamp
Miracle Man
8/12/2023
Now draining the swamp
is a worthwhile topic,
Only those who could drain it
appear to be myopic.
I oft hear the catch phrase,
“It’s for the American people”.
But if swamp truth be known
it’s usually for congresspeople.
Their interest lies mostly
in things benefiting their person.
So as a consequence, I think,
I’m seeing things worsen.
Seems decisions are born
from some political whim.
So term limits won’t come
because it affects them.
Most politicians know lobbyist
on a first name basis.
Lobbyist are like unlicensed banks
and a political oasis.
It’s a game of “you scratch my back,
and I’ll scratch yours”
A swamp once filled with snakes
is now home to dinosaurs.
We finish each other’s sentences
And laugh at his and hers silly jokes
We anticipate one another’s needs
Taking for granted that it’s just so
I try to act surprised
When you throw out of the blue
Now and then throughout the day
Those sweet little I love you’s
We can keep no secrets
From each other
Above it all
We’re best of friends
You scratch my back
And I scratch yours
I love you so
And you love me
At the end of the day
There’s nowhere
We’d rather be
Than by each other’s side
Always it amazes me
How you can be more
Lovingly predictable
Than the sun above
A hug a nibble
A kiss goodnight
I’ll miss you and
See you in the morning
Read on air by invitation ~ May 5, 2021 'WORDS & MUSIC'
AP: Honorable Mention 2021
At first, he'd meant to make a difference.
But, he lost his ideals making deals-
the back-room,
you-scratch-my-back-I'll-scratch-yours,
backstabbing variety...
Then there was the payback, backlash and push-back.
Now no one recognizes him, back home.
5/23/2019
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For Casarah Nance’s Bribe me Contest
October 4, 2015
A
friend
sent me a
wedding invite
via a Facebook app,
I sent a gift via Farmville
I've got your back you've got mine.
I'll be your light from a thousand miles.
I'll be your guild and shield from time to time,
from place to place, together we will shine.
You scratch my back, I scratch your back.
You tie my tie and I'll cook your pie.
Together we will go far,
together we will fly high.
I've got your back my friend,
we will be together like yock in the egg,
stick together like snail and its shell
even when we passing through hell.
Our sweet friendship never causes a pile,
because we tolerate each other's style ,
hence, we are both of the same class,
and together forever we shall stand.
Eye to eye, so alive,
back to back, near or far,
side to side even in the dark,
I will be that light that shines so bright till
death do us part.
I miss you lots grandpa
You dont even know
I miss the way you smiled it even glowed
I miss the way we would always play
And how you would say
Kelli will you scratch my back today
I miss all the times you sang to me
It would always drive me crazy
But the one thing i really miss
Is the last time you gave me a kiss
You were in the hospital
I felt so bad, not only that i felt sad
Then you passed
After that my heart felt like shattered glass
I couldn't stand the pain
It ended up going to my brain
Well thats all i have to say
Eccept for "i wish you were here today"
I miss you grandpa
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