when they came and took away his Irish whiskey
he stood up to them and said you can’t do this to me
when they came to take his driver’s license away
he warned them and said I’ll get it back someday
when they came after his ’49 Chevrolet one night
he was waiting for them and they got into a fight
when they came after his marijuana field
he made a deal to share the harvest’s yield
when his freedom was subject to a bogus law
the pending injustice was the last straw
he withdrew from civilization
and went into hibernation
as we all know, opinions are like assholes
we all have one…
in a world of critics and skeptics
opinions are subject to fact-checks
based upon disbelief
or the PC police
few opinions stand the test of time
and the rest are borderline
people naturally opinionate
it’s in our DNA to debate
you’re either right or wrong
making it hard to get along
opinions have led to war
destroying lives and more
peace-loving people say
it doesn’t have to be this way
100 words –
Everyone tries to get the edge sometime.
You know what I mean. The old leg up. Getting over someone. Vying to be the first or last. Cutting in line. Buying a faster car. The competitive edge. Close to the edge of sanity in the pursuit to win.
Edgy behavior transforming into cults is common in our culture. Pulling up to the edge of a cliff thrills as eternity teeters, and you either live or die. There’s myriad ways to get an edge. Not all are deadly.
Just remember the edge is a two-sided sword with no concern for the seeker.
100 words –
What you call trash is another person’s treasure. Be not proud throwaway consumer, for you created trash as surely as Auguste Rodin was a sculptor without peer.
Leftovers have a future when imagination is given free rein. Digging through ancient trash gives us insights into other cultures and what they used on a daily basis. It puts us in touch with the common man who history rudely ignores in favor of kings and queens.
Alley cats fight over scraps of food mingled with trash.
What a tale my trash tells until my wife can stand it no longer, and yells!
In a time before time was even kept, the gods assembled on earth.
They came from throughout the universe, and galaxies far away. Each a splendid specimen of their race seeking dominion over the man creatures crawling out of caves.
The competition turned to war as the gods fought in the sky and on the earth. Conquering gods rose, and fell, with civilizations. Their otherworldly presence having influenced cultures from many nations.
The gods could be bloody, or benign.
Very few gods are worshipped today. Most have been slain by atheists. The end time draws near for the rest.
I spied a young illegal immigrant lying in the street
with bloody feet
asylum dreams crushed into the concrete
with nothing to eat
his goal incomplete
his hopes in full defeat
with nowhere to retreat
he quietly died there in the heat
“It’s time,” his executioner said.
He knew he was paying the price for making prominent Athenian’s look like fools. His supposed crime; not believing in the gods of the state.
His wisdom, once sought after throughout the civilized world, did not save him from his fate. Justice and the pursuit of goodness led him to this last moment on earth.
He became the purifying remedy for Athens’ misfortunes despite his contributions to the state. The sacrificial goat. But he had the last laugh, eternal fame for his wisdom.
“Drink this,” the executioner offered, handing Socrates the cup of poison hemlock.