Current Events
BinLaden…
We got him.
Stash
The following poem is a reprise of one written a long long time ago. It is a reflection on the words of wise man, whom I have the pleasure of knowing. It is a commentary on the many aggravations each of us experience in living our daily lives. (The Navy Seals, of recent headlines, are singularly exempted from this lash of Stash.)
Ode To Vinnie
Plumbers can’t do the plumbin’.
Waiters can’t deliver the food.
Janitors can’t do the sweepin’.
Counselors are getting rude.
Salespeople aren’t helpful.
Doctors don’t make us better.
Priests are not so holy.
Weather men can’t tell the weather.
The President isn’t truthful.
The teacher didn’t do so good.
The pilot crashed the plane.
The carpenter can’t cut wood.
There was once a time,
When people took pride in what they did.
When things were done properly…
Not just put out for the lowest bid.
We’d all be living in a happier place,
Far away from the madding mobs,
If folks would be more diligent…
If they’d only do their fuckin’ jobs.
Stash