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“FINDING CASH[E] IN THE DRAWER.” a poem for Sunday, October 6, 2019. a.k.a.: “A $5 Investment In Everyone’s Happiness.” in the poetic series: “Santa Rides Again.”

“FINDING CASH[E] IN THE DRAWER.” a poem for Sunday, October 6, 2019. a.k.a.: “A $5 Investment In Everyone’s Happiness.” in the poetic series: “Santa Rides Again.”

I GAVE AWAY a 5 “spot” just the other day;

I made me a $5 origami ring and just gave it away,

NOT to prove any point, NOT to be noticed by,

This pretty chocolate lady in The Check Out Lane.

“Oh, my,” said SHE, admiring the origami ring.

“Well, it’s YOURS.” “Oh, no, I couldn’t,” but I SAID (that) I FORGOT TO BRING,

A gift for your special, unnoticed last birthday,

“But, you don’t even know me.” “That’s right,” Idid say,

“So, here’s a ring.” She blushed just a little bit,

Although, with brown skinned beauties, it’s hard to tell a blush. “Does it fit?”

I asked. “Oh, yes, just perfectly nice,

And I explained, as I luxuriated in her SUGAR AND SPICE,

COLOGNE TEASE: “Think of me as your BOTTOM DRAW ER,

Where SOMETIMES you find LOST CASH(e) there (y’know, cash you DON’T drop on the floor),

AND, WHEN YOU FIND IT, IT’S SUCH A THRILL.

“Yes,” SHE said, “YouKnow you ain’t so bad, but certainly quiteThePill.”

So, we parted there, and I went on my way,

Driving all The Reindeer toward The Moon in my wonderful sleigh.

fin ♥

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“DON’T LET MY PEOPLE (or John Bolton) GO” a poem written on the 10th of this month, but posted: September 15, 2019 (Sunday)

“DON’T LET MY PEOPLE (or John Bolton) GO” a poem written on the 10th of this month, but posted: September 15, 2019 (Sunday)

Sung to the song: “Let My People Go” or “Go Down, Moses”

When Bolton [WAS] The Sec. of State,

(He said) “Let our people go.”

No, no not Mo-ses, IT WAS JOHN:

“Let our people go.”

Will JOHN LEAVE US?

Will heBOLT, ANDgo ON the run?

Or – WILL THE TRUMP TWEET BE RE-TRACTED?

For this Favorite Son?

I think that Donald might retract, I made a bet on IT;

A bogus tweet? ’cause John is NOT

Another zealous twit.

Stay withUS, John – ny; come on, Trump, for WE KNOW:

THAT BOLTON, HE IS TRIED & TRUE,

And HE IS NOT YOUR FOE.

fin ♥

Well, now that John is OUT, my friends, several days ago,

I still do think – THAT TRUMP COULD CHANGE,

Where his mind MIGHT GO.

‘Cause Trump likes to WAFFLE; he is “A WAFFLEr;”

And Bolton’s good friends with HIM too,

[AND]otherGUYSwillBE aw! full ER.

(P. S.: That is NOT Marilyn Manson singing; that is Trump DOING A COVER. Isn’t he good? Listen carefully to The Lyrics: THEY DEFINE HIS POLITICS and the politics of every other politician, pretty much, in the past 45 years or so. Pretty neat, Hey? Actually, did you know that Donald Trump co-wrote this song, along with Brian Warner, who later became MARILYN MANSON, while they were still living in Canton, Ohio, when The President still had his birth name of: Arnold Rump, a member of “The Zippers,” a marauding bunch of misfit hooligans from “the wrong side of the tracks!” A lot of this information was obscured after “Donald” entered The New York Military Institute, under an assumed name!)

“AMAZING BIRDS!” a poem a.k.a.: “Poem of The Rising Phoenix!” September 4, 2019 (Wednesday)

“AMAZING BIRDS!” a poem a.k.a.: “Poem of The Rising Phoenix!” September 4, 2019 (Wednesday)

I just think it’s AMAZING! that the birds COME DOWN – and dance on the ground,

Grab a bite to eat, dancing-on-their-feet, and then, back-way-in-the-air-they’re-found!

Or! They’ll be sitting on a wire, higher than I could ever throw a ball!

BIRDS! Up! There! and-down! Here! And they almost NEVER fall!

They just are: flappin’ and chirpin’ –

Yet, after they eat their bread, I almost never hear ’em burpin’ !

Or fartin’ !!! BUT – (Yup!) They be poopin’ –

So-I-clean-it-up-usually-off-the-porch! But, y’-know, I’m NOT-a-scoopin’ ,

Like I might do with kitty! Nooooooo! I just sweep the solidified uric acid concentrate

AWAY!

AMAZING BIRDS! IF they wanted to go a million miles, I bet they could do it in a day!

‘Cause – THEY GO SO FAST, they sometimes don’t see my glass,

And they bounce OFF my window! and, then, sometimes [Sniff! sniff!] they “pass,”

And go off to Heaven, flying higher and higher,

And they join, high, high above us, in The Sweet Angel Choir!

There, they ALL “sing like birds,” and they’re happy and gay!

BIRDS! THEY’RE AMAZING!

To: The Rising Phoenix –

I-do pray!

fin ♥