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REGRETS

There they were, 

All pious as pious could get,

Not willing to admit to any regret,

Or to let anyone pin on them any real wrongdoing, 

At least not without saying that the coming and throughing of such made them what they are today,

That they could weigh the value of such things.

But nay!

They could not know the weight that I bore! Regret the size of which they’d not known before! Regret that would never, ever, ever, let me settle the score! 

Their point of view demanded, that all paths got them to where they had landed,

And well, that was all well and good, 

But until you walked through the door, 

I never really, 

Understood. 

Verily, verily! 

(on the Occasion of the Canadian Anglican Church approving same sex marriage by a narrow margin)

Verily, verily, I say unto thee,

Kicking and screaming shall they be,

Dragged into the future,

Into the light,

Amidst gnashing of teeth,

They will do what is right,

The wind shall blow,

Direct in Truth’s sail,

So that in the end,

Love shall prevail!

BREXIT BLUES

(Borrowing from Van Morrison, with good intention)

Baby Please Don’t Go
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go, off the EU scene,
You know I love you so,
Britain please don’t go,

Baby, your mind done gone
Well, your mind done gone
You could lose the farm
With your Brexit song,
Baby, please don’t go

Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Just let me make it clear,
Ya’ll are not alone,
Britain, please don’t go
Hey

Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go, off the EU scene,
You know I love you so,
Britain please don’t go,

Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Before I be your dog
Just let me make it clear,
Ya’ll are not alone,
Britain, please don’t go
Hey

The referendum blues,
The referendum blues,
If the Brexit win the country gonna lose,
Say it once again,
Ya’ll be leaving on that midnight train
And I’m cryin’

Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go
Baby, please don’t go, off the EU scene,
You know I love you so,
Britain please don’t go,
Baby, please don’t go
Let’s go

Silly Manifesto!

SILLY MANIFESTO

We need a silly manifesto!
In order to bring out our besto!
The world seems a mean and ugly place,
Then along comes Boaty McBoatface!
People cheered, a collective yay!
We need some laughs in the world today!
The public voted, but ho ho ho,
Now they’re trying to say no no no,
Why is that the powers that be,
Can’t see we just need some levity?
They hold all the cards, true pirate style,
Can we not at least chuckle and smile?
I declare that right here, and right now,
We spread silly everywhere somehow!
For instance, we’ll take the IMF,
And call them the Funny Money Ref!
The UN Security Council,
Herein known as “Results Are Doubtful”!
The Panama Papers now are known,
As Treasure Maps To Where Tax Money’s Blown!
Let’s take anything that’s serious,
And name it something that’s fun for us,
Come on now, set your brains to action,
Let’s get some giggly satisfaction!

http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2016/apr/19/boaty-mcboatface-tyrants-have-crushed-the-peoples-will

Gardening Leave

Being paid to not show up to work.
It sounds like a fantastic deal, doesn’t it?
What could be better?
What, indeed.
How about not being considered so much of a threat,
Or so unpleasant to have around,
They don’t need to pay you to stay home.
What is one supposed to grow in this garden?
Delightful sweet Gratitude, perhaps?
Or maybe, some other fruits.
Rotten Resentment.
Hard Bitterness.
Sour Self-Doubt.
All very difficult to swallow and digest.
There’s no pleasure in this garden.
No satisfaction.
Only missed opportunities,
Still clinging to their branches,
But well past their prime,
And peak freshness.
Dried up and no good.

To My Son Christopher, On The Occasion Of The Birth Of His First Son, Elliott

He is the first son

Of the first son

Of the first son

Of the first son

 

The oldest son

Of the oldest son

Of the oldest son

Of the oldest son

 

Your son extends beyond you,

Into the future,

And behind you,

Into the past.

He will be the first son of the first son of the first son of the first son,

But he will be one.

Not many.

Though he be connected, he will not be them.

But without them, he would not be.

He will not be them,

And he will not be you.

He will be he,

And claim his place in the world.

 

In time,

It is possible,

He will in turn meet his first son.

Another connected one.