The President as Playwright

You play in an absolute farce
And your role you cannot quite parse
Plunge the bleach to your vein
It will ease Covid's pain
Then shove Ultra V lights up  your arse.

Hoof Ardette,  SJ

Not my First Cowboy

You’re not my first cowboy

You’re a handsome man who looks fine in jeans

You’re almost authentic, but your boots are too clean

Still I’m tempted to tumble, though I know where that leads

From now till the dawn, all hurry, all speed

And after your coffee you’ll be ready to go

You ain’t my first cowboy

And this ain’t my first rodeo.

You think that I’m new here, and don’t know this set

But I’ve been here before, in other towns I’ll forget

And I’ll forget this one, unless you’re the best

Not just one more who wants me who seems like the rest

Of the wannabe cowboys who don’t quite catch the flow

You’re not the best cowboy 

And this ain’t my first rodeo.

Let’s drop all this posing, all these postures and acts

And get to down to business and deal in straight facts

No that’s not right, either, it’s uncomfortable, too

I don’t have to be me, you don’t have to be you

Let’s spend this night happy then let it all go

I’ll pretend you’re a cowboy

Pretend it’s my first rodeo.

                                         

  Delia S. Gahn

Merci, Adam Smith

Merci, Adam Smith

I’ve got more to pay out than my pocket can stand
No relief for a woman or man here in this land
Now I never called that banker my friend
But I feel I’ve been spanked by the invisible hand.

Perhaps it’s my fault that this all came to pass
But I did not declare war on the privileged class
Though they think that I’m vulgar, at best a bit crass
And they force me to kiss the invisible ass.

They say the problem is mine, right there at its root
But a normal guy would go off on a toot
When they place the blame and say that it’s moot
Who or what kicked me with an invisible boot.

I may not be bright, but I’m not all that dim
And I have a hunch that it’s not me but him
I mean Adam Smith, who worked out at the gym
And then beat me up with a mean phantom limb.

I get tired and fed up, but I never sass
When they turn their backs and release all that gas
And the odor is awful, a pungent morass
When one must keep kissing invisible ass.

I once had a job from which I was canned
Cause I did not fit in with the corporate brand
And I’ll never say that I think that they’re grand
And I’m going to bite the invisible hand.

Eulick McCreavis

Republican health care

(From 20170

The Republican health care plot
Is all about what it is not
It’s not about wellness
But instead go-to-hellness
With whatever disease you have caught.
…………………………………Eulick McCreavis

Winged Victory?

He comes as a bird
To show His love
Think of Leda and the swan
Mary and the dove.

A rustle of wings
A coo or a honk
"Nice birdie" she says
And then they bonk...................Hoof Ardette, SJ

Sometimes I Always Drink Too Much

This morning's attempt at a country song:

Sometimes I Always Drink Too Much

I’m nervous and anxious and out of touch
I can’t find the time for the self-help books
I look everywhere and see dirty looks
So sometimes I always drink too much.

She says I’m no good and this and such
That I don’t pay attention to anything good
I’m too close or distant, don’t do what I should
So sometimes I always drink too much.

Drink too much, drink too much
I hide out at the bar and don’t make a fuss
The booze is my friend, confidant, and also my crutch
Sometimes I always drink too much

Sometimes I always drink too much
Then I’ll curse and I’ll fight and act like a putz
I’ll stagger and stumble and lose everyone’s trust
Sometimes I always drink too much.

Eulick McCreavis (Eulick assures me that there are more stanzas to come--Perk). Copyright:Eulick McCreavis and Mike Perkovich

Theology

Christopher Hitchens and Richard Dawkins are often so strident that I, an atheist, think of them as nagnostics.