And you have survived from revival visitations,
With Howdy Dowdy, Buffalo Bob and Clarabelle.
And your fixations with the way things were in the 60’s,
Can be quickly packed away to rust!
With your awards for thrusting your hips doing the ‘Twist’.
Get this…
Those days are not coming back.
Get that?
Those days are not coming back!
Snap out of it.
What is being done today,
Will not make you way of life,
Any more popular than you believe it should be!
As a museum exhibition treated with preserved dignity!
Maybe a sleeping aid…
To put those who have progressed to sleep.
But nothing to excite the dead to dance!
If someone steps on my toes…
I shoot them in the leg!
That’s a quicker learning process,
Than having sessions,
To enlighten etiquette procedures.
My approach to achieve enlightenment,
Gets immediate response.
However, I must admit…
Perhaps your ‘tact’ techniques,
I could use to enhance my patience!
And have fewer of my ‘students’ limping,
In fear.
Although,
I must say…
Some are quite eager to learn.
And become surprised how quickly they adopt,
To my teaching skills and delivery…
They seem to grasp,
With little explanation!
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‘No.
And this is my interpretation…
It is a de-elevation,
Of a resettling horizon.
And the vertical descending,
Is to keep one’s faith…
In the restoration of hope.
And any observation to the contrary…
Is to be ignored until suitable rescue has been achieved.’
Should I make that announcement ‘now’?
Or when suitable rescue has been achieved?
‘It is still too premature to assess the situation.
Let’s get to the bottom of this first,
Before any decision is made that may be cause for alarm.’
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You don’t have to accept what I say.
I take what I said back.
You are not the fool I called you,
When you loaned someone one hundred dollars…
Who promised to pay you back!
However…
I wouldn’t take someone by their word,
If I did not know their name and/or address.
Or how to trace their tracks.
And I could care less…
How dramatic the act,
With tears flowing intact!
You have called me worse things than that.
And you know everything about me.
And never once have you treated me to lunch!
But you get upset,
If I don’t prepare you a perfect cup of coffee!
Or pay for Sunday’s brunch.
Forgive me, Your Highness.
I sometimes forget,
Just how giving you are!
Or that you and I,
Are the closest of friends.
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Off your rocker,
One, Two, Three
We are living
Crazy times,
Of deep manipulation
And still think
We’re free.