Babes In The Wood

Awakening

I no longer like Victoria.

That hearty laugh. I didn't make a joke.

To appease an old man's sense of humor.

Cognizant the old are soon to croak

Christ it's true! An old man's sense of humor!

I simply am not 20 anymore.

Like the cruel defeat of Don Quixote.

I am nothing but a foolish bore.

Babes In The Wood

You treat her like the mother

That you never had.

Does someone have to hit you

Before you think they're bad?

This bit of angry wisdom

That comes to you for free

Could equally as well

Apply to me.

Is innocence a virtue?

Is anybody good?
What is Man? A history

Of babes in the wood.

 

Like This

He's sitting on the track.

He doesn't see the train

Coming. So you holler.

Closer now and plain,

It's looming over him.

Though hopeless and in vain,

You scream at him to move.

With anger and disdain

He says to mind your business.

He's planning to remain.

 

Lines

The undeserving poor

That uses to the hilt

Everyone it can.

It's law: Do as thou wilt.

Its happiness is sad,

And decency a myth,

The suffering of hell,

But it will take the fifth.

Its visage and its teeth

Covered by a cowl,

When someone says, “That's mine”

The culpable cry “Foul!”

A Solution

Hanukkah and Jesus,

Grits and shut my mouth!

Drop a bomb on Israel,

Another on the south.

Then the little bigots

And peace accords will cease,

And everyone who wants to

Can settle back in peace.