I knew an old lady who use to say
“Ain’t it grand?“
Every day
about subjects big and small
on local people
and the town hall
her positive attitude
on all subjects
earned everyone’s gratitude
and the local newspaper ran
her column about the community
and her love for this land
readers looked forward every week
to read about their town’s activities
that were so unique
alas!
all good things come to an end
but she’ll always be remembered
as a godsend
we all live in a bubble
seeking verification
on cable TV
because we live in
an insecure society
there’s bubbles for the wealthy
and bubbles for the poor
there’s bubbles for races
and more
someday hopefully
there will not be
all these bubbles
with their troubles
in our country
when love turns to ash
it sometimes happens
in a flash
meanwhile
the driver in the crash
saw his entire life go by
in a flash
while
his dreams
of a treasure cache
were dashed
in a flash
finally
he left behind a lot of cash
but his wife gambled it away
in a flash!
the powers that be
are always telling you and me
who to love
they say
two women are a sin
and two men are a sin
almost any relationship we’re in
is radioactive love
according to the powers above
but love has no limits or restraints
people are not some church’s saints
living in an unreal society
full of ridiculous propriety
no rules or money
are needed
love is free
allowing you
to be happy
in the pantheon of gods there’s two you should know
Echo and Ego
they walk around our world every day
one praising herself and the other echoing away
one generally follows the other’s lead
praising the other’s every deed
they like sports stars and movie stars
and famous writer’s early memoirs
you might be surprised to know
that everyone has an ego
it’s the echo
that determines if fame is to be had
whether it’s good…or whether it’s bad
it hung in the light from a nearby window
a black and white portrait of an old man
with wise eyes and a flowing beard
he was an elder and he was revered
oh, the stories he could tell
if he hadn’t died and went to hell!
there was a young woman named Bethany
who lived in a Redwood tree
her little hut was something to see
perched like a toy inside the canopy
society had caused her to flee
to the giant tree in order to be free
a friend brought supplies to the tree
and never questioned her idiosyncrasy
and she lived there like a refugee
but happy as happy can be
for she was a nature devotee
who did her best to avoid reality
if you believe in UFO’s and a magic mirror
sign your name right here
if you believe Bigfoot drinks beer
sign your name right here
if you think there’s no pollution in the atmosphere
sign your name right here
if you’re into kinky sex and like to domineer
sign your name right here
if your looking for a long career
sign your name right here
in order to make your wishes crystal clear
sign your name right here
if you enjoy getting attention with a Bronx cheer
sign your name right here
do you have days when things are unclear?
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have you ever thought about being a volunteer?
sign your name right here
all aboard the pot train my friend
your time is here
the demonization has come to an end
it’s really mind blowing seeing marijuana legit
to an old hippie like me
that’s as good as it can get
back in the day pot was a crime
no such thing as legal weed
with arrests going on all the time
those who smoked Mary Jane
risked their very freedom
running in the fast lane
more than half of the USA
has legalized marijuana
and more states are on the way
I really didn’t think
I’d live to see the day
the writer waited until he hit a century
before releasing the rights to his diary
while flipping through the pages one night
his still-active imagination took flight
and he was a young man again
as far as he could ascertain
and a young lady came near
and whispered in his ear
they went for a walk
and had a lovely talk
and
when the writer’s son
came to visit the next day
the old man had passed away
with a smile on his face
that showed
he was in a better place
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