Reductionist sweep Objects are objectionable Disturb resting dust
poised on the tip of sparrow beak berry resigns to skin break juice fate
Like a splinter under a fingernail The news covers what people say I watch to see what public figures do More often it is what they don't do Usually it's what they said they'd do Unfortunately some times they do do What they said and now we seen What they done It ain't purty
words splinter into bytes then spew into the maw of quantum a.i.
Penetration tool A drill can build or destroy Favorite weapon as slasher film backup or for environmental rapists
Senator Slug fell in line To kiss the befouled ring To follow the slimy trails Left by lobbiest #Nudibranch Money, power, social bling Gold encrusted shells Now hunker on the back bench Like big ol' nasty snails
Chick Diakon played by Bud Abbott when he and Lou Met with Frankenstein
Words that land fallow Often come from a callow Self centered fellow
A place to sit by a lovely old tree on the shore of Lake Michigan. Looks like it has been through more than a few storms and lived to tell about it. #SeatSearch
Don't need a quorum Predation of predators now make all the rules
takes lots of restraint from all of us to start to scale back the hate
it was none to bright of me to stay all night in bone chilling sleet
I saw no future. Groomed to be up to my butt in Nam rice paddies
1-H to 1-A Random sequence number was seventy six. Yikes
Lucky me. The draft stopped a year hence thanks to those that went before me
Memorial Day / Decoration Day for you Civil War Vets out there 02:48 PM
In early May of this year my father would have been 119. Passed away long ago in his late 70s. One of my favorite memories was when the Right Wing became NAZI curious ala Blues Brother's Movie era. Some of those knuckle heads set up a little podium in a park I was playing tennis in. My friends and I went over and mocked them mercilessly until they went away. Although they tried their typical intimidation cosplay, even the Chicago Police didn't have much use for these miscreants then. Eventually they went back to the rock they crawled out from under. I told my dad, a WWII vet, when I went home and all he said was, " I wish I knew. I'd have got my gun and shot them."
A Scroll Threw Life 