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Sunday Squibs

 



A ration of bullets we're given at birth

To hold off the Grim Reaper- they call him Old Nick 

Till pushed in a corner we make our last stand 

When we pull on the trigger, our pistol goes "click"



The Good Thief did what he wanted in life then got a free pass, though he still had to go through crucifixion.

Meanwhile the rest of us are here in the used cross lot, kicking the crosstrees, fingering the nails. 



No one uses rhyme or meter

Free verse makes such a racket

The madman only sounds coherent

Locked up in his straight jacket 



Is this the hard reality 

Or am I only dreaming 

There are no major poets now

They've all gone into streaming 



Some try to prove the existence of God by the splendor of the Universe. 

God says, That’s nothing. Stand back and watch this-

Further back

More

Keep going 



The helpful guest asks for a job 

Before he fills his belly

Change the baby, pat the dog

Do an oil change on old Nelly 



Caffeine quick is coffee 

Caffeine slow is tea

Caffeine sweet is cola

Can of Red Bull—caffeine juvie 



The person who grumbles about having to do all the work themselves often finds it more trouble than it’s worth to train the help when offered. 



None of the hovels of old London or Paris have been preserved. 

Every American city should preserve a block or two of their fast food strip for the bemusement of future generations. 

Comments

  1. From red bull to the ever expanding reaches of God, How can we not give this poet a nod?

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  2. You just keep 'em comin'!
    Fav of the week is below, but as the Buddha said, there is a middle way - I would add, even for the madman.\
    No one uses rhyme or meter
    Free verse makes such a racket
    The madman only sounds coherent
    Locked up in his straight jacket



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