Tuesday, February 28, 2012


The Shepherd’s Men 

The shepherd’s men culled the flock.
One in five then feasting on mutton divine.
One became two and two became five.
They stuffed themselves for all was fine.

Feast after feast the sheep soon gone.
The men panicked, sang a woeful song.
Cried to the shepherd give us more sheep.
He agreed and left.  The men fell asleep.

Woke the next morning to their recovery.
Prided themselves in their victory
and to celebrate another culling was done.
The feast began at the setting sun.


Tuesday, February 7, 2012

Just imagine

welding the same thing
5000 times a day
for anything less
they’ll dock your pay
which graciously amounts
to 12 dollars a day

and it's just good business
only an ocean away

from a ticker tape parade
for rich hero’s who play
while decorated soldiers
are pushed away
by mayors who boast
and cheerfully say

maybe they'll get theirs
some other day.