Finish your dinner There are children starving In ____________________ In ____________________ In ____________________ In ____________________ That was mom's refrain Card carrying member Of Depression Era Clean plate club
Pick the country du jour There were hungry people There are hungry people Getting hungrier Very soon Getting hangry And hangrier
Sure aid measures Are stop gap Now we will see When we stop Stopping the gap Around the world And here at home
I was lucky then I am lucky now But as the prospectus states Past performance Is no guarantee Of future performance One of life's fine print Little disclaimers
Or maybe I’ll just have another slice of the pie. I remember having long discussions with New Yorkers, I was working with, about pizza. Not about virtues, quality, or flavors; but about presentation. Many thin crust pizza around here are cut into squares, which incensed the New Yorker contingent, because they’re felt a pizza pie should be cut into wedges. They felt that it was the telos of a pie and not the logos of pie eating. Or some such nonsense. Keep in mind these were advertising pukes.
Covered in times soot This old coot don't scoot As a geezer I'm quite the wheezer Not much of a pleaser An occasional teaser I think about this I think about that Now I wonder Is the past tense of scoot Scat
I saw People I knew Some alive Some dead Some like the cat Both states are true Until I take a peek At the obits Rustling newspaper Read with dread Nevermore Now I seek Dirge diving Off the cold ledge Of a search engine portal All this because Of another Dream dredge
The culmination Of eighty years
Full access Multipass
To the best things Money can buy
Offered up By our culture
In this phase Of civilization
Has facilitated Into being
Foisted upon The whole world
For all to see Our very own
Homegrown Abomination
I watch minimal opinions Floating on subliminal water Of my existence From my point of view On my timeline In my right now My mind wonders I flush Where did they come from Where are they going Then I wipe my mind Move to my next point of view
A Scroll Threw Life 