“AMERICANA MENTALITY.” a poem a.k.a.: ” From The Book ‘The Fastidious Enabler.’ ” November 30, 2019 (Saturday)
YOU used to have “a healthy, hearty appetite;” NOW, you’re a chronic eater,
BECAUSE “they” say: “You stuff yourself, YOU GLUTTON, & your kitty you feed her,
SUBSTANDARD CAT FOOD, not in accordance with Blue Buffalo brand,”
Which costs more than MY food.
“Gluttons we can not stand; So, HERE. Take this pill to stem your unwholesome affliction, So you won’t feel like eating. YOU, with your chronic food addiction.”
Conscientious and Fastidious people? Well, they are NO MORE;
IF you’re too tidy, too clean, too proper, then you have O. C. D. down to your core;
YOU LIKE THINGS IN THEIR PROPER PLACE, & DO THINGS IN A NICE WAY.
“We used to call it (proper) TATEWAKE, YEARS AGO,” I say,
But NOW it’s A CONDITION,
From inappropriatelyChronicFOOD CONSUMPTION to beingTOOnice.
“Here, take this (pill) and ease your mind, and throw that towel thrice,
Upon the floor before you clean it, and you’d best send it to The Cleaners;
O. C. D. is affecting Thee.” We’ve less LIFTERS, and a lot more LEANERS.
SpeakingOfBEINGniceAND”ofService,” You know that “old black magic,”
I MEAN “That Christian Ideal:”
“(S)He who serves The Most and best is The One who can truly feel,
What the needs are of The Less Fortunate.” THE HOLY SPIRIT? will guide?
But NOW “You are an enabler.” From this affliction you’d better hide;
“Don’t be TOO altruistic, giving out your precious means.
ENABLER? Let those feelings go; eat more jelly beans,
And enable yourself to be self centered, for other folks can get along;
However, IF you persist in this affliction, you’re being VERY WRONG,
AND we have means to correct THIS “chronic,” SERVICE ORIENTATION:
With frontal lobe lobotomy, shock treatment and, of course, lots of medication.
Limericks (2) “Hi, Baby; Yeah, Baby.” WhetherYouCry InsideOrOut, it’s OK / I just LOVEit WhenYou’reBeingSADtoday, / ForIknow: SoonYou’llBEbetter, / And everything’s good when it’s wetter, / Then we can get up and go on our way OR Let’s just stay here in bed through The Day.
“SHE KNOWS.” She laughs&Shecries all the same, / And she’s givenUP the notion of blame, / For She knows ALL IS ONE, / And that this is NO PUN, / AndThatTheDanceOfThisLife is a game.