Coronavirus relief And an end to our national grief Could be had for a trillion dollars, But Mitchell McConnell still hollers, “I refuse to raise the debt ceiling!” Which makes him seem more than unfeeling. To appeals to his heart he is deaf, So his is the Party of Death.
The Elephant is a noble beast. Once he stood for the party of Lincoln. But in our time, it makes me triste That he stands just for crooks of high income. The Democrat Donkey’s a righteous old grump. If you are dishonest, he’ll kick you Out of your office. Just ask Donald Trump, Who’s got
How many psychiatrists does it take to change a light bulb? One, but the bulb must really want to change. How many rich people does it take to change a light bulb? None. That’s why they have staff. How do you adjust an anti-vaxxer’s attitude? You can’t. It’s stuck on “stupid.” Mitch McConnell walks into
Assholity Some years back, one of my friendships ended dramatically. Someone my wife Patsy and I used to be on very good terms with, a man who had helped us with several building projects at our place in New Hampshire, got smashed on dirty double martinis at a local restaurant and suddenly pitched a fit.
Oaks in a grove talk through their roots. The dialogue is slow, but profound.
I wanted to stop wanting to stop. It was a zero-sum game.
A fuss in the woods arises. Birds are busy scolding each other
The Noonday DemonPart ThreeDuring a free period after math class, Caitlin Douglas went to her room on the fourth floor of Tom Paine Hall and found that her new roommate had left a backpack, a suitcase, and a briefcase on the floor near the closet. The bed under the room’s far window had been made,
To voice existential dismay When you’re having a horrible day, Just rear back and moan In a long, mournful groan, “Eff Em Eye Dubbya En Eee Ess A.” – I learned the initials from the First Sergeant of the 564th Military Police Company, during my stint in the Army. They stand for “Fuck me, I
After the rainstorm the Sun kicks off his covers of clouds and gets up.