We see them at the bar
they have no idea who we are
and they couldn’t care less.
About themselves, they just want to tell us,
and the next time we see them
they won’t know us from Eve or Adam.
No interest in asking us about us
but we just go along not making a fuss.
We will continue to do what we ought
And that is to ask them about themselves —
a common courtesy we were taught.

Guns, guns, guns,
are we having fun?
All we see
on T.V
are guns, guns, guns.
Guns, guns, guns —
are we having fun?
All we see
out of Hollywood
are guns, guns, guns.
Guns, guns, guns —
are we having fun?
Millions watch T.V.;
millions watch movies.
Guns, guns, guns —
are we having fun?
Just ask Sandy Hook,
for one.

It has been said
you can kill the body
and then that body is dead,
but you can’t kill the spirit —
spirit lives instead
and, at some future date,
spirit (the essence of it all)
will re-incarnate.
The man asked, “When I rise
will I look like me?”
The sage said, “You will look
like life, and that is as
it was, is and will be —
the great mystery.”

Cold rains came for days —
Southern hospitality
welcoming Snow Birds
(otherwise known as Yankees)
Does God have a Southern drawl?

He watched G.K. Chesterton’s priest
and was humbled by a true priest for
peace who kept intercepting violence

from the police and criminals and never
lost sight of his goal of serving Jesus
and even though this was a fictional

program it humbled him because he
knows he hasn’t met the standard and
while he repents, he also is embolden-

ed to keep the faith and is humbled in
the thought that he and his wife joined
a witness for peace at a very busy inter-

section and afterward he thought that
they, very well, in this hyper-violent
society, might, very well, have been

mowed down by a drive-by shooter and
it alarmed him and he talked with his
wife about it and they decided that a

threat would not keep them from stand-
ing strong for peace and he was humbled
by his wife’s courage and dedication.

There once was an ambitious apple
that wanted to be apple Snapple.
It was turned down after pleading its case
but it still had a smile on its face
as it aged into a wise old dappled apple.

*The aging, sliced apple on the counter had
dark markings that showed up as a smiling face.

seas rise and winds blow.
our actions cross all borders.
so much for a wall.

The unbelievable, in-depth,
Perhaps, unconscious self-loathing
Results in constant projecting
On others, attacking the length and breadth

And depth of people’s character.
Those duly elected now cult followers
Swear and shout acting like identical chemical polymers.
All of it is something to make every American shudder.

But because of the House vote,
There is something, now, to give us all hope….

As a seventeen-year resident of the
great Commonwealth of Kentucky,
the man who was raised in Northern
Illinois, loved a Southern accent, the

silky smooth, rich and sugary conson-
ants, the sweet, elongated vowels.
Whenever he heard it, he tasted honey
swirling on his tongue. While the accent

was not native to the upper Midwestern-
er, he practiced and practiced and got
to be pretty good and easily could switch
back and forth from that slow, drowsy

drawl to his native, clipped, nasally
accent, but now, his having listened
to the impeachment proceedings ad
nauseam, those once melodious tones

have turned into high-pitched shrieks
of sputtering ignorance and lies uttered
from the mouths of mainly old, fat, white
angry, Southern males. The man remem-

bers as a child having eaten two boxes
of sugary, sweet Dromedary dates. He
had loved Dromedary dates. To this day,
he can’t stomach the thought of consum-

ing another Dromedary date; besides,
all that sugar is a fooler; it tastes good
but it is poisonous to the health and
wellbeing of the body.

Everyone thought him to be a deipnosophist*
Until he rose from the table with a clenched jaw and fist.
He then spewed some vitriol and made for the hall
To get his coat and his wife’s Christmas shawl.
The man, before slamming the front door,
wished the family a Merry Eradication Forevermore.
He then opened the door again
And sheepishly asked his wife if she were coming with him.
She stared back daggers from the dinner table
And shouted, “Maybe by next Christmas if I am willing and able!”

*A dictionary word for the day meaning someone good
at table talk.