Dear Friends,
What will the world be like in two years? This is the question on my mind. It seems like we are at a pivotal point right now, and maybe every point in history is, technically, a ‘pivotal’ point. Two years from right now, what will all be doing? Will I be blogging for the 1200th day in a row? Will I be using a notebook and pencil? Will Putin bomb us all into the stone age?
I don’t know any of these things.
All I know is today is Tuesday and I’m going to work.
*****
Mold the young minds
In terrible times
Teach them to think
For themselves, it won’t stink
Teach them to wait
Until time to not
Teach them to hate
Is what some people want
Some people suck
Unnecessarily but why
Some people drag
us all with them, goodbye
Goodbyes are fucked up
I don’t like them, no sir
Unless it’s addition
By subtraction, concur?
*****
(some haikus for the cause)
Gut instinct tells me
Disappointment is classy
Unless it pays cash
Subtle rooftops shine
As dawn grows a golden beard
Stuff happens and shit
Count the days twice and
Approach each one but gently
Until there are none
Try the rice and beans
You know the ones that I mean
Sprinkle twice with cheese
Consequences are
Buds that flower and grow bright
With bad decisions
If you got fired
You probably fucked something
Up pretty good man
Find a free puppet
By sticking your hand in some ass
Said green woman
That’s not really true
There are no green women ‘cept
On television
The wolves are hungry
But they said to stay calm and
Carry them some pig
Too many haiku
On a Tuesday morning is
Bad for the skin folds
*****
See you tomorrow.
Shooting guns in Maine.
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