Taylor Swift

 I don’t know, bud.  I can see right through her BS.  She’s the devil.  Lucifer.  Beelzebub.    She has minions of tyrannical teenyboppers behind her. Her legions of little lethal ladies.  They will murder for her.  And just shake it off as if it were nothing. I fear for Kansas City because, like Gojira emerging from the waters, she will level KC to the ground with her catchy tunes and songs of syncopation.  She’s about ready to scarf down the NFL.  Go Birds by the way. Scary stuff.  I almost hesitate to post this because I currently enjoy breathing and plan on maintaining that for as long as possible.  #TeamTayTay…are hashtags still a thing…don’t care, I love ‘em.  #SpeakingFacts #StillAPoundSign

Really, reality?

 What is this place?

I question reality 

What is real

What is not

What is true

What is fraught

With misdeeds 

And deceit, 

I just don’t know anymore

Maybe I never did

I can decipher bullshit  fairly well, better than most, is that why I prefer to be alone?  Everybody is so full of shit these days, with a preoccupation of their own selfish thoughts and desires, and a failure to act upon the common good.

It’s just all so fake.

At times,

It overwhelms my mind.

Rough Day

 I’ve been through hellfire

and came out unscathed.

Deep in the waters

of torment I bathe.

There’s nothing you can do

to make me engage.

I wield truth and light 

just like an old mage

To guide me and drive me

To overcome pain

Nothing will stop me

As I do what I must

To ensure victory

In the pursuit of what’s just.

Rocks

 I’ve been on this route for two years, and I’m watching these kids grow. Lil homey comes up to me, and he’s about 8 years old.  This is how the story goes:

Me: Hey Lil Man.  Are you excited to go back to school?

Him: Yeah, kinda.

Me: You know, what I love about going back to school is seeing all my friends that I didn’t have a chance to visit over the summer.

Him: Yeah, but I have social media.  I know what they’re up to.

Me (amazed): Wow.  I gotta tell ya.  When I was your age…(cue in impending sense of boredom, but I followed through anyway) 

When I was your age, we didn’t have social media.

Him: … (crickets and a blank stare)

Me (laughing hysterically internally): Wow.  I’m old.  Might as well finish.  We didn’t have social media.  We only had rocks.  If we were lucky, a calculator to spell out dirty jokes.  But mostly, just rocks.

Him: OK, thanks, mailman.  Gotta go!

Heaven Is A Place

There’s a special place in Heaven for us federal employees.  Every day, without fail, something happens that boggles the mind.  Just received a message from you know who telling certain carriers to report to a place for late parcels…20 minutes ago.  Right now it’s 2:12pm, and they want these carriers to report there at 1:50.  😳 I tell myself, ‘maybe I got the message late,’ but I know the truth all too well.  I need to turn that part of the brain off…

The P.O.

 Gotta do my time

Always waitin’ in line

The PO (ba bu ba bu ba bu badu)

Hate bein’ told what to do

“Hey pal, what’s new?”

The PO…

Man, I think I fucked up

Gotta pee in this dumb cup

The PO…

All the days are the same

Only got myself to blame

The PO

can’t wait to leave this place

And escape the rat race

The PO…

Can’t make this shit up

Oh look, here comes a new pup

Bridge -  Run, pup, run!

This ain’t a safe place!

Sink or swim, newbie

Turn that pout upside down 

And put on a tougher face.

The P.O.

Frankie - Baby’s One

 This song is an ode to frank sinatra one for my baby one more for the road it’s a song about a guy who’s going through it 

he lost his money he lost his girl and the worst of it all to it’it is his the girl who was the one to take all  his money 

and you know 

and 

I feel like this song speaks to the working class hero you know the guy who’s down o his luck and he spent his last buckbrcause he doesn’t give a duck you know so 

It’s a song th those who ware winvisible and just going through th e motions to resist the need to go through the  commotion 

It’s about the routine and a disruption to the machine

So you know it’s a good song

What I wanted to say was tsinething to the effect of this is a song to rink think of the ways to remember your place to forget about he maze

 today the ways to forget about the ways to forego going through the maze

We’ll all go through it so whatever you need to do jus get to it

No regrets 

No shame

Just do it