Month: August 2024

Third Time Lucky?

The fridge I bought from Costco’s nice
But getting it installed was not.
I’ll never quibble with the price
But after that…well, I was taught
To wait before you mail that letter
Of complaint, ’cause no one needs
A rash response in writing. Better
Write a verse that no one reads!

This Petty Pace

I started posting poems every day
By accident. I didn’t have a plan
Five thousand days ago. Streaks have a way
Of self-extending, just because they can.
December 21st, Two Thousand Ten,
I riffed a dozen lines to mock Macbeth
Because I’d burned my fingertips, and then
Tomorrows multiplied. Can dusty death
Attend a streak ephemeral as this?
As much as I appreciate the few
Web denizens who read my hit-or-miss
Attempts at silliness, this, too, is true:
These fretful syllables in search of wit
Are shadows cast by one poor idiot.

An Overcaffeinated Metaphor

Politics is not my cup of tea
Or, possibly, it is: Tea’s not my bag,
Unless it’s a tea bag, which is for me
(Except when iced) a sack of steeping gag…
But I digress. My point is, politics
Too often complicates the basic role
Of government: Ensuring fewer bricks
Are flung than used to make the structure whole,
‘Cause face it, folks, those bricks are gonna fly
Whenever the imbalance on the scale
Upends the edifices some rely
Upon. It seems the system’s built to fail
Just short of catastrophically, at best;
Teabagging politicians do the rest.