The Daily Dread

Yesterday

I remember when police wore shirts to work

For most of my life
It ran in strict parallel
Within it's privileged shell

Course change late strife
Dragged its slimy trail
To intersect our tale

It proceeded to foist
Mealy mouthed and moist
It's fetid festering soul

A global hairy mole
No channel change
Can stop the strange



Geezer cynic shouts
"Let's get ready to grumble!"
 Complaining ensues 


first mash them all up
heat and serve in a big bowl
fresh hot tea peas soup


And then I heard that grapes were just hemorrhoids on a stick. Put me right off wine for a while.

Statistically I may have twenty years. That's because I'm the luckiest man in the world. But all the things i learned in my first twenty years were the best. So the best is yet to come.