I have no memories of anything before I was one. Someone must have brainwashed me as a child Erased it all
Maybe I was outed as an agitator. Or I inadvertently witnessed some top secret event
A victim of a CIA cleanup - brainwashed a wiped out possible witness.
Ahem, Re-educated.
I have seen photos and video of things being shoved in my mouth to quiet me. My body caged in a padded cell. The ceiling looking down on me. Faces talking to me in foreign languages. Spoon fed poisons.
I wouldn't talk. They tried.
Anyway, before one, I have no recollection of such events.
The Lion, the Library Card, the Layabout, and the Boy A Foem - a Fable Poem
No one thought to ask the great gray lion King of pigeon crap with crumbling claws vigilante on the library steps.
The library card caught between his toes. No one looked there or gained his favor by pulling it out. The wind did later sending the card doooown a sewer grate
The kid just ran off crying, screaming about "losing everything." tripping over a crack in the sidewalk skinning his knee
Maybe scared of The flannel shirted drunk who stuffed old newspapers and candy wrappers into the lion’s jaw unafraid of a bite or a moral.
Until his foot knocked over his bottle. His swears made ears bleed.
That night, the Lion's roar was silent as the vandal chipped out his concrete fangs.
Moral - The disgrace of nature, is to die a double death.
Locust of Control
First off, I don’t discriminate. Sure, I usually only eat greens.
Fat boy grabs me So I bit ‘em And he drops me.
Ha-ha! how did that work out pudgy pink hand?
Yah, I dare you pick me up again.
No, I’m not part of that Biblical bunch. That was years ago. I don’t care for fire and brimstone. Just give me some barely and hops.
Yah, poo-poo to pestilence too. My people don’t carry that crap. Blame game. Blame fleas, please.
No dumb expressions realted to my kind Ants in pants Bee’s knees Fly in the ointment
Focused like a Locust - nope.
Swarms ain’t my thing either. I go it alone with a Hop Skip and a Jump!
Grand Finales
Captain Kangaroo hit the horn fiddling with a ping pong ball “Rogers, we’re going to hit traffic.”
Special Delivery returned to sender Sneakers and sweaters in a suitcase Fish food finished Trolley: e-bayed
Lady Elaine came out Now hosts a talk show in LA Prince Tuesday and his extreme sports Bob Dog deceased No more neighbors No more “Won’t cha be’s.”
No cameras now No next time No sign off
Note: On the way out, turn off the power to the Land-of- Make-Believe.
The Hold
An old gnome discovered hidden treasure Deep underground away from people or pleasure. I am silver, jewels, and gold Nothing on Earth can break my hold
Crouched down behind a giant rock, Sitting in silence no need to talk.
I am silver, jewels, and gold Nothing on Earth can break my hold
Clinging to gold, not food or life. Family left behind even his wife.
I am silver, jewels, and gold Nothing on Earth can break my hold
Each day belonged to greed and strife. One hand on his riches, the other a knife.
I am silver, jewels, and gold Nothing on Earth can break my hold
Dying alone with no love, light, or sound. His rotting remains became a burial mound.
I am silver, jewels, and gold Nothing on Earth can break my hold