0722
Didn’t we fight a war to not care?
So, Kate and Willie popped out a boy
Women around the world jump for joy
From Buckingham Palace to Beijing
Such excitement for this future king
But for the moment, he’s just a prince
And all this chatter makes most men wince
0721
One small stamp
Whitey on the Moon
By Gil Scott-Heron
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey’s on the moon)
I can’t pay no doctor bill.
(but Whitey’s on the moon)
Ten years from now I’ll be payin’ still.
(while Whitey’s on the moon)
The man jus’ upped my rent las’ night.
(’cause Whitey’s on the moon)
No hot water, no toilets, no lights.
(but Whitey’s on the moon)
I wonder why he’s uppi’ me?
(’cause Whitey’s on the moon?)
I wuz already payin’ ‘im fifty a week.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Taxes takin’ my whole damn check,
Junkies makin’ me a nervous wreck,
The price of food is goin’ up,
An’ as if all that shit wuzn’t enough:
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face an’ arm began to swell.
(but Whitey’s on the moon)
Was all that money I made las’ year
(for Whitey on the moon?)
How come there ain’t no money here?
(Hmm! Whitey’s on the moon)
Y’know I jus’ ’bout had my fill
(of Whitey on the moon)
I think I’ll sen’ these doctor bills,
Airmail special
(to Whitey on the moon)
0720
Danish Doxy
There once was a woman from Solvang
Who was looking for a guy to bang
She found some nice dudes
Without attitudes
But she’d still rather have a big wang
0719
Horror flick haiku
The theatre is full
Fingers clench; knuckles whiten
somewhere a girl screams
0718
Who is your one?
One person can be your crutch
One person has the right touch
One person can be so clutch
One person can mean that much
0717
That stinks
When a jackass explodes a bomb because of scripture
That is something I cannot condone
How in the hell can you put that Terrorist’s picture
On the cover of the Rolling Stone?
0716
Yes pain no gain
What is going on with my back?
Did somebody give it a whack?
I can’t even fart without pain
If this keeps up, I’ll go insane
0715
It burns! It burns!
It’s not even one
I got too much sun
Will I ever learn?
Here comes the sunburn
0714
No skittles no justice
Justice
By Langston Hughes
That Justice is a blind goddess
Is a thing to which we black are wise:
Her bandage hides two festering sores
That once perhaps were eyes.
0713
Florida you’re dead to me
Trayvon is dead, and Zimmerman is free
Florida should drop off into the sea
If you see a young dude walking through town
The worst thing to do is to shoot him down
Let the cops do their job, and leave him be
Instead the kid is dead, and you are free
0712
Unthinking head
How do you say, “Captain Sum Ting Wong”
And not know that it is clearly wrong?
Is “Ho Lee Fuk” real? Probably no
Where do you go after “Yu Tu Lo”?
Could “Bang Ding Ow”, be somebody’s name?
Did the station screw up? Who’s to blame?
0711
She loved the slurpees
There was a woman who drank slurpees
She worked it off by doing burpees
For more exercise
She did tons of guys
So she caught a case of the herpes
0710
Paging Mr. Sandman
Jean and Sean
Were up till dawn
Because they couldn’t sleep well
Jean felt dead
With Pounding head
And Sean was in his own hell
0709
Don’t blink around Linc
Birdie birdie in the sky
Why’d you have to go and die?
Taunting Linc was not too keen
‘Cause he is a death machine
0708
Sehr gut sauerbraten
Jean cooked us up some German food
Sauerbraten was really good
Potato Dumplings and some veg
Her recipes are cutting edge
0707
You otter know
The Otter
By Seamus Heaney
When you plunged
The light of Tuscany wavered
And swung through the pool
From top to bottom.
I loved your wet head and smashing crawl,
Your fine swimmer’s back and shoulders
Surfacing and surfacing again
This year and every year since.
I sat dry-throated on the warm stones.
You were beyond me.
The mellowed clarities, the grape-deep air
Thinned and disappointed.
Thank God for the slow loadening,
When I hold you now
We are close and deep
As the atmosphere on water.
My two hands are plumbed water.
You are my palpable, lithe
Otter of memory
In the pool of the moment,
Turning to swim on your back,
Each silent, thigh-shaking kick
Re-tilting the light,
Heaving the cool at your neck.
And suddenly you’re out,
Back again, intent as ever,
Heavy and frisky in your freshened pelt,
Printing the stones.
0706
Big isn’t always better
There once was a man from Germany
Who had a dick that hung to his knee
In lederhosen
The tip got frozen
And flew off when he tried to go pee
0705
You otter laugh
On Jean’s hand is a sea otter
It can’t speak when Jean drinks water
She’s not in it for the money
She just thought it would be funny
0704
Incredibly loud and extremely close
It sounds like a war zone outside
In the house Raven tries to hide
Instead of enjoying the show
We only get to see the glow
I used to like this holiday
Now I want it to go away
0703
Unsafe and insane
Happy 4th of July eve
Here’s something you won’t believe
Uncle Sam will fly his sleigh
Through the night and all the day
To bring good girls and good boys
Pyromaniacal toys
He spreads them all over town
To burn your house to the ground
0702
So far so…
182 poems put to bed
182 poems left unsaid
Now here is poem 183
It’s not about Sea Monkeys or Sweetie Pea
It’s not very funny; not much to see here
I’m simply saying, we’re halfway through the year
0701
I need SPF googol
First day of July
Sun up in the sky
Making my skin fry
Think I’m gonna cry
0630
He scorches he glows
Summer Sun
By Robert Louis Stevenson
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
Through empty heaven with repose;
And in the blue and glowing days
More thick than rain he showers his rays.
Though closer still the blinds we pull
To keep the shady parlour cool,
Yet he will find a chink or two
To slip his golden fingers through.
The dusty attic spider-clad
He, through the keyhole, maketh glad;
And through the broken edge of tiles
Into the laddered hay-loft smiles.
Meantime his golden face around
He bares to all the garden ground,
And sheds a warm and glittering look
Among the ivy’s inmost nook.
Above the hills, along the blue,
Round the bright air with footing true,
To please the child, to paint the rose,
The gardener of the World, he goes.
0629
Geraghty’s got guilty pleasure
Trying to beat the heat of summer
Feeling a bit sick; what a bummer
Hiding away from our yellow star
Freeing up space on our DVR
We watched everything from Family Tree
To Doctor Who, Veep and AGT
That might have been too much to disclose
Please don’t judge us for our silly shows
0628
Get along little druggie
We drugged up our doggie
She’s still a bit groggy
But better than barking
At neighbors just parking
So, if we hear loud pops
We give her knockout drops
0626
Hoping for an invite
SCOTUS declares DOMA is bad
Prop 8 too, making nut jobs mad
So the ladies and the fellas
Tie the knot and make them jealous
Because crazies always look drab
And the fellas always look fab
0625
SCOTUS screwed us
The Supreme Court is wrong about the South
From ID laws to Paula Dean’s big mouth
To fried chicken jokes and country club gates
Racism still exists in rebel states
0624
Galway not Limerick
There once was a lady from Galway
Who met a young sailor from Norway
He asked for a dance
Unbuckled his pants
She saw it and said no fucking way
0623
We were trippin’
Journey’s End
By J. R. R. Tolkien
In western lands beneath the Sun
The flowers may rise in Spring,
The trees may bud, the waters run,
The merry finches sing.
Or there maybe ’tis cloudless night,
And swaying branches bear
The Elven-stars as jewels white
Amid their branching hair.
Though here at journey’s end I lie
In darkness buried deep,
Beyond all towers strong and high,
Beyond all mountains steep,
Above all shadows rides the Sun
And Stars for ever dwell:
I will not say the Day is done,
Nor bid the Stars farewell.
0622
It was a mighty dong
We walked block after block after block
To see the Astronomical Clock
Bing bong dong bing bong dong bing bong dong
Sounded the Astronomical Gong
