When the kids insist
“I’ve got this,” and they clearly
don’t, what do you do?
~
Let them burn their ass,
make them sit on the blisters.
They will catch on soon enough.
When the kids insist
“I’ve got this,” and they clearly
don’t, what do you do?
~
Let them burn their ass,
make them sit on the blisters.
They will catch on soon enough.
Our super-duper,
stable genius president
touts super-duper missle.
~
Mere words just can not
convey my total dismay
in any meaningful way.
History, Tragedy,
Comedy, and Drama all
have their place upon the stage…
~
At this stage we need
less tragedy. We’ve had quite
enough and could use a break.
It’s all perspective-
one person’s horrible flop,
another’s high water mark.
~
Those teleprompters
work their magic, they say ,come
hell or high water.
HARK! That sound! Hear it?
Is that Nero fiddling
a fevered Saint Vitus’s Dance?
~
It’s the erratic
twists and turns and tweets of our
resident Nero-in-chief.
Will they never learn
they can’t build themselves up by
tearing other people down?
~
Learning and building
aren’t what the “they” of whom you
speak seek. They prefer what’s cheap.
What’s the best response
to shallowness of thinking
and coldness of heart?
~
Perhaps it’s better
to wade in deeper water
and stroll along warmer paths.
After sedation,
and the kids have gone to bed,
what should parents do?
~
My son, to answer
this, I’d have to know who has
been sedated, them or you.
What I want to know
is where did the years go and
how can we find them?
~
They pass, as always,
at the usual pace.
We must notice them passing.