Endure Procedure

A few days ago I heard that my second cousin goes to dialysis. This poem is dedicated to anyone who has ever been in the dentist's chair or the operating room as a patient.

Endure Procedure

26 October 2010

Do whatever it is you do,

And give my body back when you’re thru.

Regardless of the actions you take

Please, leave my body in reasonable shape.

Sometimes the pain

Is too much of a drain,

So to keep from becoming a wreck

I’ll just drop and hit the deck.

While you monitor my temperature

I’ll just lie here and snore.

Things will get better I’m sure

After I wake up stiff and sore.

Then the recovery will begin

And I hope to become myself again.

Buy or Bye

Buy or Bye

28 October 2010

Bruce doesn’t want to botch

This chance to buy a watch.

It’s broken, tarnished, old

And listed on Ebay to be sold,

But it’s the first 14 karat gold.

Bruce states, “Can’t you see

It’s really important to me.

It solves a mystery

And adds to Pulsar history.”

Al says, “Bruce, honey,

We’re out of money.”

Bruce wants to hoard it.

Al thinks we can’t afford it.

My heart says, “Go!”

My logic says, “No.”

Well, it was bought

So we get what we got.

Rites for Rights

Rites for Rights

28 October 2010

Phelps protested at Snyder’s son’s funeral

Although the son was a grunt, not a general.

This case of law and tort

Is before the Supreme Court.

The actions of Phelps and his church were detestable.

Also, these actions were mean-spirited, reprehensible,

Sinister, oppressive, deplorable and repugnant,

Demonstrating bad taste and poor judgement.

Unfortunately, Snyder’s claim must be rejected.

Phelps’ actions are constitutionally protected.

Hit or Miss at the Office

Hit or Miss at the Office

29 August 2010

Of the people at work,

Who has which quirk?

Let’s observe and call it tourism

The studying somebody’s mannerism.

None of us has the privilege

Of being normal or average.

We all bear the taint

Of being a bit quaint.

Here at the North Central FRC

Most workers speak two languages or three.

Those who speak only one are a minority.

I guess that makes minorities the majority.

Behind their backs we call them stupidvisors,

But we rely on them as program advisors.

We could use names and such

But we all know who talks too much.

Somebody’s limited social skills

Consist of reporting their aches and ills.

Although the topic and news varies

We all know the business of the voice that carries.

Then there are those who are seldom heard.

We consider ourselves lucky when they utter a word.

Somebody else considers himself a poet

And wants the whole office to know it.

Another’s actions make it clear

She’s the princess here.

Although they’re clueless as can be

Somebody comes across as a wannabe celebrity.

In their home country there would be jail or fines,

But in America they get to wear plunging necklines.

Everybody brings cheer,

This I do believe,

Some when they get here

And some when they leave.

Scenes of Jeans

Scenes of Jeans

24 June 2010

By all ways and means

Give me a man in jeans,

Wearing the worn & torn kind

That show off a little behind.

Where the cloth has worn thin

Let me look and see skin.

It makes me drool and smile

When a man goes commando style.

Not every guy has the gall

To flaunt custom and freeball.

Not to be too blunt

But I like holes in front.

It really gets me going

When your cock is showing.

Holes are an attention getter

And the more the better.

Let me see the hot rocket

You’ve got in your pocket.

Yes, wear jeans faded and worn

With holes that are ripped and torn.

I don’t care if they’re trashed or mesh

Just as long as you flash some flesh.

My intent diverts and vision distorts

When I see a man in short shorts.

Lift your legs in the air

Without any underwear,

Giving me an unobstructed view

To prove you’re a man thu and thru.

Brief Relief

Brief Relief

16 Sept 2010

An American tourist

While visiting England

Decided to resist

Staying with the rest and

Strike out from the tour

To become his own chauffeur,

To taste the local culture

According to his own flavor.

At a nearby pub

He got a chance to rub

Elbows and his sample

Of drinks was very ample.

Later he finds himself on a road

The result of his over drinking

With no place to unload,

He turns to desperate thinking.

Fortunately for our veteran

He runs into a policeman.

“I have an urge I’m trying to beat.

Of all the houses with heirlooms

On this open public street

I don’t see any restrooms.”

“Follow me and I will show

A convenient place for you to go.”

Down a back alley, the small gate

Opened on a very well-appointed place

As beautiful as any he could relate

And the blooms looked ready for a vase.

After making the plants and grass wetter

He felt relieved and so much better.

“Thanks for letting me inside

And pass by with your pardon.”

“My pleasure,” the bobby replied,

“It’s the French Embassy’s garden.”

Road Trip Companionship

Road Trip Companionship

27 Sept 2010

He’s no fuddy-duddy,

My traveling buddy.

Good company and pal,

That’s my close friend Al.

He doesn’t pause or hesitate

When I tell him where to navigate.

While he drives, I prize

The time to rest my eyes.

What? Oh, my stars!

He’s yelling at other cars,

Driving like he’s bit chomping

And irritated at brake stomping.

Looking like court jesters

They’re trading hand gestures,

She gave him the bird as she sped by.

A raised a fist was his irritated reply.

Excrement Remnant

Excrement Remnant

11 Sept 2010

While raking & cleaning up my yard

I came across a dog’s calling card.

Some miscreant mutt had taken a poo,

But by now it was dehydrated doggy doo-doo.

I left it alone hoping rain would be moisturizer

Enough to degrade it into fertilizer.

Circumcision Decision

Circumcision Decision

6 Sept 2010

Parents need to understand there's no obligation

To subject their boys to genital mutilation.

The result is lifetime mental scarification.

It's time to stop this circumcision abomination

And get over denial of harm by the whole nation.

Writhing or Writing

Writhing or Writing

30 August 2010

Rhymes going thru my head

As I’m lying in bed

Trying to fall asleep.

Instead of counting sheep

Out of my chaotic thought river

I have couplets going thru my mind

Examining my vocabulary quiver

Just begging for me to find

A perfect place for them

In a paean or poem.