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!
I was lulled into a false sense of security.
I try not to watch too much of what’s happening with the Insurrection investigation. I try not to read too much about the increasing COVID numbers I try not to listen too much about the wildfires destroying the west I try not to think too much about the Olympics.
“Ah Ha!” cried the King Of COVID-19, “we have finally made it around the world! People are scared and buying toilet paper, what fools!”
Basura Cat said, “But I thought…” I replied, “Yes you do that a lot.” She said, “But didn’t they say?” I could see her eyes filled with dismay.
A soldier’s shadow, cast no more He fought for us on foreign shores In his pocket, a picture of home His heart's last beat, all alone. His family, lost a son Just as his life had begun A call to duty, his answer true He answered for both me and…
Basura has a bag, a tub and a flask She is running out to buy lots of gas A pipeline shut down, people have panicked Everybody runs amok, like they’re on the Titanic. She doesn’t drive, she doesn’t mow So why she wants gas, who the heck knows She is…