I know a little thing; it’s how to play the guitar Sometimes it takes me little, sometimes it takes me far I’m as good as some, not as good as most I love that I can play it, but do not like to boast.
The following is my response to the slap to the face of an Oscar presenter at last nights televised event. Unleashed Anger ~ be me ~ 3.28 2022 There was an awards ceremony once was filled with grace Until in a fit of uncontrolled anger a man slapped a face…
I wonder upon this night about those in Ukraine Fleeing their country, stricken with pain How much can the human spirit endure? War is contagious, we must find a cure.
History erased, repeated again We’ve been here before, look backwards my friends In the year 2022, our souls are poor Once again, countries at war.
This morning, Basura Cat woke up with the Rooster Saying, “Huzzah, it’s time for my booster!” It’s been 6 months since she got her 2nd shot She thinks that it has helped her quite a lot.
Life can be so hard, one step taken at a time Hoping that it is the answer one will find Illusion, delusion, recluse and divide The biggest problem is ones’ pride.
Lately, Basura Cat just has not been the same She wants her name to be part of a hurricane “Why not me?” She cries with all of her might “Hurricane Basura, the name sounds just right!” I told her that hurricanes can hurt people a lot But all she did…
Basura Cat came up to me, As I watched the Afghans’ trying to flee. A tear touched both of our eyes, As their only freedom is through the skies.
Other countries are literally dying to get vaccinated, while here in the states we are bribing people to take it. It’s a telling time, we as a people ~ divided.
There are no rooms for her. The room she needs; the bed she needs is unavailable because they are filled with infected unvaccinated Covid-19 patients. Get vaccinated ~ wear a mask ~ wash your hands ~ 6 feet separation. Damn It!