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The heartwood has rottted, the tree must come down.
Our families watched her grow
Since we obeyed the crown,
Since we slaughtered the Buffalo,
And dragged the Red Man Down.
The tree has been here Since the slaves’ first years,
Since the first of our wars caused its share of tears.
This citizen, now laid to rest,
Now sharing the fate of so many forests,
Survived disease, drought and wars.
Despite weary limbs, it stood tall and scarred,
Proudly defiant, over the town she stood guard
Our tree fell long after it died,
Weakened, unseen, on the inside.
But fewer cared to reason why
Than found cause to weep and cry.


The Lodger’s Tale

Who doth brake wynde wan this hutt is shut tighte,
Wan the aire doth not move on this warme humid night?
Ye made no sounde on your giving of vente,
Lett loose onn the slye what twas not heaven scent.
Wat manner of victuals compos’d your repast,
Ande gavve ye the gravest of cases of gas
Ande teared uppe our eyes upon fleeing your asse?
Could ye notte havve stept outsyde, on to the fen
Orr, mayhap, preferred too sleep in a tent?
Ach! Mine eyes doth burn anew, the bloke hath farted againe!
A Drunkard’s Rappe
Oh, Mother Meade, what didde I do in your name?
Didde I bring unto mye selfe and mye familee, great shame?
Orr, bye chance, were all as potted as me?
Deff as stones, blynde as batts, as eagre to disturb the peace?
Were all besotted, loose of lippe, and open-hearted?
Wan I tolde the wife I was going to help a frend,
Her eyes did rolle as she sayed I knoe howe thiss ends
You, brotte home inn a waggon,
A’cuddlin your flagon like some pagan whore
And a promise of never again, slurred words abowte making amends
Now you’re pied as a piper, delidver’d like freight once morre. This is thee ende!
I should say darling please, while ime onn my knees,
Butte my gutte churns, and yearns to expresse its owne ideas.
Ande this paine inn my pate maye never cease.
Peece outte
{drop quill}


Blood can be sold, given, or spent
And blood will most certainly be let
By both hellbound and the heaven-sent
Blood gives life to both good and bad
Keeps going the greedy, the evil, and sad

Births and deaths, whatever they mean,
Happen to all, and are both bloody scenes.
Blood isn’t a judge, it carries no grudge, of history it hasn’t a clue
Your bloodline doesn’t matter to the blood in your lines,
Nor, my friend, do you

If only people were that judgment free,
And charged with giving life to another.
Nurturing, energizing, reviving, alive-ing!
All in their path,
Blood gives life to the Mother

Not all ideas for parodies pan out, I write them anyway…
Love’s like a nose, you’d better not pick it
You may not love what you might find
Though its hard to see it when you blow it
You’ll know by the mess thats left behind

I want my nose to be real clean,
Not too large and not to lean
I want my nose with me all the time
Never want to leave my nose behind

Never leave my nose behind

(Repeat 1st verse)

My love knows shes like a nose
I follow her wherever she goes
She powders it when it glows
Hopes that freckle doesnt grow
I ran out of similis two lines ago
Two long lines ago….
What Do We Tell The Children?

Be brave, hijo, and do not cry
Let go of Mama’s shirt, and tell her goodbye.
The two of you should not have come
Things can’t be that bad where you’re from

Inside, boy. TENT 34, where you belong
Wipe off those tears you better be strong
The older boys in here see you as fresh meat
Here is a toothbrush, some soap and a thin sheet

Hold still, child, this wont hurt you
It’s only a number I have one more to do
You can trust me, I’m Mexican too
Now, don’t wash your arm for an hour or two

Hush, my little ones, Mama’s not far away
Unless she was on the bus that left today
Hey Sarge! Wasnt bus 41 headed for Santa Fe?
Maybe my relief can help you, I’m calling it a day

Cohen walks with his head down, he’s feeling pretty low
Got no family by his side, just a dozen lawyers in tow
He looks dazed, he looks petrified, as stares down at his feet
Trembles a bit as he sees the doors through which justice he will meet.

But at least he cut a deal,
Broke down and cut a deal
Hes going down, but not alone, because he cut a deal

He tried his best to get no time like Flynn,
Or a presidential pardon
But Trump was slow, or said no go, so for Trump Cohen had a hard on
Trump calls him a rat, calls him weak, says he wasnt one of the best
But most of his pards are folding their cards,
And getting things off their chest.

Another one cut a deal
Mueller’s winning this for real

Faced with facts, another one turns, once again The Donald is spurned
By this one might think there’d be a lesson learned
Trump needs a guide, who gives wise advice, a veritable Svengali
Instead in a fit of suicidal pique, he hires Rudy Giuliani!
Trump, this a bust,
In shackles you’ll be trussed….(fade…)


Cold trickle showers, hot coffee on the grill
The storm is forgotten, its effects linger still
Havent seen a TV in a week or so
We could be at war, and I wouldnt know
Devastated forests as far one can see,
Toilet paper could possibly become a new currency
And ice more precious than the Queens jewelry.
The curfew is needless, i claim
There’s nowhere to go, it all looks the same.
But with the neighbors trees gone, I can see the sunrise
And with the city lights out, stars fill the sky.
With the shade trees gone, a garden can grow
And I have new places for fruit trees to go.
That fence was rotten, beginning to sway,
We needed a new roof and paint job anyway



They said”Jump in! The waters fine!”
I knew better than to freeze my behind
I stayed topside, and drank a few
While the rest caught colds, pneumonia, and the flu!

I won’t go there , I won’t do that,
I’d strike out just like Casey with his bat
Another TKO, laying on the mat
Feel free to ask, but I won’t do that

I met a pretty gal at this fancy bar
She took me to her home in her fancy car
But my lucky stars I did stop thanking
When she said, Bad boy! You’re getting a spanking!

I don’t do that, I won’t go there
Go ahead and pout, I really don’t care
No more weirdness, please, I’ve had my share
I’ll hold your beer , but I won’t go there

A guy whose face had been in the paper
Invited me to be a part of his caper
He said I’d regret it when I declined
He made the news again, when he got 99

I won’t do that, no Sir or Ma’am
I’m happy to stay the way I am,
Not rolling in dough, nor am I on the lam
Just getting by the best I can

He said to me, ” Let’s get rich quick!”
“This business plan is way too slick!”
Now, I don’t gamble, but I would wager
That he never got rich selling old pagers

I won’t go there, I just can’t
I’m way too old to take such a chance
That’s how it is, spare me your rant
I make just enough down here at the plant.

Weasels in the Hen House

There’s weasels in the hen house,
Rodents in the corn
Larvae ate the leafy greens
And more are being born
The garden has been invaded,
From inside and without
And the scarecrows are too jaded
To give a damn about it.
The soil has been poisoned
It’s fruit unsafe to eat
And still the people will buy it
For it costs much less than meat
There is only so much Garden,
But, oh so many of us!
That we can govern our appetites
Im beginning to distrust
The garden must be tended,
From predators protected
Because there’s danger all about
From inside and without


Please don’t run, little fella, I won’t hurt you
The way someone has
I won’t tie you up outside in the summer and let your water dish go dry
The way someone did
Someone tested your love and devotion to its limits
And you would jump back in the truck he kicked you out of
And you would bite me if I did to him what I’m thinking
I want to see him to cower, the way from me you’re slinking
Screw him it’s time to start on the forgetting
Time to put some food in you, take you to a vet and
I need a new winter coat, my old one is now your bedding
It’s time for you to get back the love that you’ve been giving
Maybe in a week or two you’ll be receptive to some petting
The way someone will