Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
fed violent joys
screened nonstop for girls and boys
maximum damage
the feckless famous
doing damage to us all
is just how they roll
Is being famous
for being fatuous worth
facetious facetime
Pine sap on the porch
is one thing, but get it on
Porsche? DIsaster
Pine Sap the picker
Famous for doing damage
With fine fingering
Money laundering
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Suspicious pardons
Education in profits
Rob the poor. Give to the rich
One third will vote wrong
One third will vote correctly
One third won't bother
All thumbs round a tree
Mittens the woodpecker was...
A beak performer
like a woodpecker
on a computer punch card
is how some folks vote
Trying to perfect
The perfect can pave the way
for time to reflect
international
extortion is one thing but
domestic grift hurts
So much to endure
Until the morning sun comes
Bumpy ride ahead
thought we taught the world
to sing in perfect harmony
but we were brewing
domestic nazi's instead
with morning in America
good old fashion greed
each moment apart
helps me focus on the ways
we were together
Being no one's fool
The skylark frets not the sleet
They migrate away
an exaltation
of the skylark become their
own creature apart
On the plus side
I no longer mainline
Twelve cups of coffee
First thing in the AM
As I've done for years
I now sip five cups
From a thermos mindfully
Not on any advice I've taken
But because I have chosen to
Makes me a whole different
Creature
What do you get
when you open
The White House doors
To organized crime?
This.
I quit quitting quite
a quotidian practice
quietly qualm free
don't waste your warm breath
to revive a cold dead carp
rotting in the bank
we're going out of business
while selling us his funny business
just like nobody's business
time to quit when the
warm breath of a cold carp chills
a fishy business
Early existentialist influence
Out in the schoolyard
During recess
The school bell in error
Would ring intermittently
The monitors told us to ignore it
So many of us climbed the fence
Hung on it
Shook it
Shouting
"Ain't got no meaning! "
Face masked tricksters stomp
Halloween and every day
Up and down the block
Treats us to brutality
Play violent peek-a-boo
Enjoy special cosplay writhe served up on Halloween night.
We wriggle and writhe
Out of our trick or treat duds
Birthday suit playtime
Foggy night football
Nobody could see a thing
SOP for refs
Halloween night flight
Razor wire kite tail gleams
Watch bloody crowds writhe
Observe from afar
Stupefied into silence
The daily discourse
About time for golden silence to infect the occupant
Occasionally struck
By a stray ray of kismet
Causality queue
Affect a casual stance
While waiting for the effect
Three sheets to the wind
One maudlin Martini slurp
Follows another
A blizzard of bar coasters
Under turned over new leaves
a ray of reason
can break the maudlin silence
by turning new leaves
Phrazez that Payzez
Turning common misery
Into ordinary unhappiness
One day at a time.
I may not be a great marksman, but I once shot an ocelot in my slippers and pajamas. How that cat got into my pajamas I’ll never know. But the story always made Captain Spaulding drool when he entered through his stolen Groucho Marx joke portal.
surveying all the
desolate fallow fields
passing spring despair
Histories challenge
Exploring the rot within
That hid for decades
Forget-me-not don't rot-me-not under the soggy fallen foliage
Grizzled argent mane
Melanin crashing slowly
As the rot rises
Just hold your head up
Keep passing the argent spring
Autumn rot lined banks
watch inspiration
wither as the world intrudes
On my brain disk space
Red squares wither as brain disk defrag program runs
what began as an
experiment soon became
a new lifestyle choice
new horse wobbly legs
Like man chugging 40 ounce
Of Colt 45
A colt must first stand
Before it can take a run
At the old grey mare
experiment in
groan as each puffery piece
streamed for all to see
pride wither while prime dotard
is led about like a dog
Robert Oppenheimer
Felt he had become death
But I know
I have become cranky
The ginchiest
Bottom LIne:
I am replying to this Ragtag Daily Prompt from the comfort of my own home using a fancy adding machine that rests in the palm of my hand.
Put that in your electronic numerical integrator and crunch it
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