Living the Aging Life

I’m a Real Macho Man.

I fire my gun whenever I can.

No one tells ME what to do.

I can shoot babies.

I can shoot you.

Cats are good companions,

cute and friendly ‘round the house.

Where there’s a Cat-in-Residence,

you rarely see a mouse.

We need to think it over, and

include in all our talks,

what the long-range plan will be

to clean the litter box.

Our schools are becoming killing fields

for the reckless and the mad.

Our kids are moving targets for the

troubled and the sad.

The child who dies is yours today.

It may be mine tomorrow.

Each parent faces every day

with the dread of death and sorrow.

Oh, well.

Now, Google says that it might snow.

The thought sets me aquiver.

We’re coping now with wind and rain.

Do we also have to shiver?

I live alone with three old cats.

My cats live here with me.

There are pros and cons to three old cats,

but, they’re good company.

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It’s the Wettest November in History.

The weather’s plain Cranky and Cold.

The Climate Change is Getting to Me.

This rain is becoming Old.

We’re used to steady dampness.

But, this rain’s just plain WET.

The question that occurs to me:

How Wet Can a Wet Month Get?

Four young high school students are dead.

More will surely die.

Students and teachers lay

puddled in blood.

Again, we’re asking:  Why?

Oh, well.

Our December meeting’s coming up.

I hope that you can make it.

(If you haven’t read your book,

you’re smart enough to fake it).

So, plan to come around eleven

for literary thinking.

Then, plan to stay around for lunch,

for food and champagne drinking.

We’ll celebrate emergence from

Dark Days that we’ll remember.

And thank the Loving Gods above

that we’ll meet in December.

There’s hateful and stupid and crazy and mean

and all gradations in between.

Who can know the mind of a man

who’s bent to kill any way that he can?