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
I fully exercise my brood First thing in the mourn Dark and murky coffee brewed Radical free verse bourne Haiku Tanka Senryu cadence Drives morning muse stance dance Since my brood is grown and gone Performed with no one looking on Can execute with awkward impunity Brewed in social media immunity From dark brooding brew confusion A day of perpetually amused infusion
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.