Mean Technology

Though young,
I’ll give that to you,
I experienced World War Two,
Then the 50’s,
Rock n’roll broke through,
The 60’s,
Well, really, who knew?
The seventies,
When things got real,
The 80’s,
Money the big deal,
The 90’s,
Began to pick up speed,
After 2000,
Well all you really need,
Is to plug in some technology,
Everything’s easier,
You’ll see,
That is unless of course you’re me,
Or friends of mine,
For it seems that we,
Are now cast aside,
Just “used to be”,
No thought,
No care,
Not even a thanks,
And now it seems,
Even our own banks,
Despite the fact,
That they are founded,
On capital OUR hard work grounded,
Will e’en give us the time of day,
For now, head down,
They seem to say,
That the bottom line is what they mind,
Efficiency’s left us behind,
So when we manage,
Despite our age,
To show up at the teller’s cage,
We meet an unexpected clash,
When we’re told that they don’t deal in cash,
Don’t be surprised when we are pissed,
At the fact society has missed,
The chance to do what we’d expect,
And temper progress with respect,
Instead of bowling forward,
On a selfish ride,
And casting those that lag a bit behind,
Aside.

The Talking

Keep hearing things that I didn’t say,
And that way,
Rather than working things out,
We’ll never know what the other is talking about,
We’ll talk round in circles,
With increasing frustration,
Assured of our stance,
And our participation,
But never quite grasping what’s happening between us,
With me being from Mars,
And you being from Venus,
For just like the tango,
For which it takes two,
Communication’s hard work,
For me and for you!

The Allegiance Of Children

The Allegiance Of Children
Cast, as in iron,
Unwavering, strong,
Yet so delicate,
As we prove,
When we wrongly,
Abuse it and force them to
Choose recklessly,
In so many ways,
When we act selfishly,
When the need to be right
Supercedes what is best,
And our actions uncaring,
Put them to the test,
“Do I have to choose mum?
Do I have to choose dad?
Do I have to keep secrets,
I shouldn’t have had?”
We use them as pawns,
In our pathetic plays,
Then they’re left with questions,
For the rest of their days.

A Thimble Full Of Therapy(what I’ve learned in 50 years)

Be kind, absolutely,
But set boundaries,
Love, but don’t be so
Damned eager to please.

Further Considerations On The Effects Of A Cashless Society

“NOTICE: The Tooth Fairy’s operations have been modernized and optimized like everything else, and will no longer deal in cash. This is an official receipt to tell you the amount of _______ has been deposited in your mother’s bank account. You may demand it of her at your earliest convenience. Don’t forget to brush.”
–Respectfully, T.Fairy.

BUS

The questions seem just so essential,
On thoughts and matters existential.
Who are we? Why me? What’ s the fuss?
And really, will I catch my bus?

BODY WARS

Seems my body cannot
Always do what it pleases
One part starts to pee
While another part sneezes
The bottom part’s flowing
When the top part achoos
Which makes the flow stop
I’ve no way to choose
Then the sneezing pauses
And the peeing resumes
Till I’m sneezing again
And the cycle consumes
Every muscle I have
In pure wrenching stress
And furthermore
Leaves my bathroom a mess!

Yeah, I Know….

I’m overweight. Simple as that.
Short and round, and sorta fat.
Oh yeah, I know I’m not obese,
I can usually see my knees,
But I don’t feel good,
As most things go,
And don’t need you to tell me so,
For truth is I’m really quite aware,
I’ve got at least one tire to spare,
So I don’t say this to chastise,
I just think perhaps it’s wise,
To leave your judgement on the shelf,
For truth is I already hate myself.