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Archive for August, 2008

SH*T ON THE SHINGLES

By Patricia Spork

Sh*t on the Shingles for breakfast this morning—
Venison sausage, no flour…pancake mix…
And lots of milk,
With more toast on the side and strawberry preserves…
And of course, your favorite, grape jelly allure.

Missed your face at the table, but all chairs were full;
Your niece and two nephews ate enough for you, too.

Cooking and cleaning did not give respite,
As mind shifted to birthdays and tears clouded eyes—
Heart was so heavy, thought I could die.

Eight years has gone swiftly, though slower than snails;
You’d be twenty-seven if pistol had failed.

Twenty-seven.

What would extra eight years have done to your life?

I’ll never know, but for mine
—Sh*t on the Shingles—
Good name for lost time.

Copyright 2008 Patricia Spork

Whiney, Snappy, Presidential Candidates

By Patricia Spork

Whiney, Snappy, Presidential Candidates—
Just what we need to get our country straight!

Cranky, yappy, groaning, moaning,
Obama always looks so phony—
Belching spit like blared trombone,
Amongst the crowds
He thinks he owns.

Straying, swaying, huffy, puffy,
McCain’s a little fluffy yuppie,
Gruffing quiet like dying guppy—
Floundering speck in sea of cologne.

Whiney, Snappy, Presidential Candidates—
Just what we need to get our country straight!

Copyright 2008 Patricia Spork