These are some of my previous posts that were deleted but I am going to put them here.  OK?  Six poems, a joke and a political essay.


 
   These are two of my favorites but I don't know who wrote them:




WHAT A MAN I DONE SOME TIME WITH SOMETIMES SAID

                           I wish I had some smokes.
                           I wish I had some wine.
                           I wish I wasn't here.
                           I wish I had less time.
                                                                         author unknown



                          I MISS HER SOMETIMES


               I ran into my old girl friend the other day

               Then I backed up and ran into her again.

                           I miss her sometimes.  
                                                                                            author unknown



  MARCH MADNESS

The tournament now begins
With our neighbors and friends
Finding new heroes in these first rounds,

Bringing their teams wins
With some twirls and spins,
Making slam dunks and leaping rebounds,

Putting them in caskets
With incredible baskets
Going in with a few seconds left,

Soaring on to new heights
With leaps, jumps and flights
Pausing briefly for only the ref.



THE PIZZA MAN

Take the order; write it down.
Find the dough; make it round.
Throw on parts and heat it up;
Take it to your pick-up truck.

Start your engine; hit the road
But don't let that thing get cold.
Make your truck a bat from Hell;
Find the address and ring the bell.

Give the pizza to those folks;
Explain why you have no cokes.
Keep the change; it's only fair.
They have money they can spare.

That delivery was not half bad;
Get back quick before they're mad.
Drive as fast as you can
For you are the pizza man.





COMPUTOR GEEK JOKE:  There are only 10 types of people in this world:  People who know the binary system and people who don't.





GRAZING IN THE PASTURE OF MY LIFE

          Everyone said she had a temper
          And I knew she was rather mean
          But in my eyes she was still so beautiful,
          This unanointed Queen.

          She has never really liked me
          And she treated me kind of bad,
          But I loved her more than many
          For she was the best I'd ever had.

          We were miserable when together
          And we were miserable when apart,
          But I know she could have loved me
          If she had only owned a heart.

          I have heard she's gotten fat
          And is still telling people lies,
          But in my pasture she's the cow chip
          What draws the fewest flies.






   Politicans are constantly saying they want to get the rich and I totally agree but there is a problem in just who they are calling "the rich".  The small business owners are not rich; many are in debt but they are still the backbone of this country.
   In my opinion "the rich" are the Kennedy's, the Bush's, and the Rockefeller's (their inheritances), John Kerry (his convenient marriage), George Soros (his international monetary manipulation), Nancy Pelosi, Barbara Boxer, and Dianne Feinstein (their profitable long-term hook-ups), and the Clinton's (cattle futures or maybe rental property - i.e. rooms @ The White House - Who knows?).
    However, you won't soak those people by increasing the income tax (or any tax for that matter) because they are insulated from this tactic with their previously obtained obscene wealth, and besides increasing taxes will only be to their advantage for this just provides an additional obstacle the rich's smaller, more fragile competition will have to over come when fighting for the same market share by handicaping them financially when, just to stay competitive, they need more property, newer machinery or higher saleries for their workers. 
    "The rich" or their wives have now infected government in an attempt to stifle small businesses with higher taxes because they either fear and/or hate the free market or they just want to increase their profits by creating an even more "uneven" playing field.  Whatever the case, they know if they can cripple or destroy small businesses with higher taxes then they will have eliminated the only real competition they have left.






  ALARM CLOCK, ALARM CLOCK

Alarm clock, alarm clock, soon to be singing
For in five minutes you are set for ringing.
So proudly you tick there just sitting away
While knowing each minute of the whole day.

Alarm clock, alarm clock, you're not a bore
For in two stanzas you've ticked down to four.
In the darkness of evening you are so quiet
But the Sun's arrival will cause you to riot.

Alarm clock, alarm clock, you are wound free
Stopping for nothing while ticking to three.
You'll keep on circling as long as you're tight
And will never shut up until you're hit right.

Alarm clock, alarm clock, in just two minutes
I'll hate your guts as will other tenants.
When I lay in my bed we stare face to face.
I may have emotions but you set the pace.

Alarm clock, alarm clock, detonation is soon
In one more minute you'll be playing our tune.
You're always on time, never early or late.
My heart's beating faster; I can hardly wait.

Alarm clock, alarm clock, you I won't fling
Because I know you're just doing your "RING".
I'm so happy that you were properly timed
Or that last stanza might not have rhymed.