I BELIVE, FOR A SHORT IN TIME

SOME PEOPLE ARE BLINDED BY~

MONEY,

HOAX,

AND SUCH THINGS ALIKES.



IF YOU WANTED TO BE~

PLAYED HAD THAT CENTS!



IF YOU WANTED TO BE GOOD ~

HAVE THAT SENSE!




IF HE WANTED TO PLAY IN CENTS,

SO, BE IT LIKE YOU......

BY, THINKING NOT OTHERS

(MUKHANG PERA)




IF YOU WANTED TO BE ~

JUST~ IN THE SIDE-LINE

WE THINK BEFORE, WE ACTS!



MY POINT IS TO HAVE SENSE OF BECOMING!


THAN TO BE, A FACE OF CENTS......
(MUKHANG PERA)


YET, WE ARE GIVEN BY TIMES TO CHANGE

TO LOOK AFTER FOR OTHERS!



HAVE YOU BECOME A SUCCESS FOR CENTS
(MUKHANG PERA)

HAVE YOU BECOME SPECIAL IN POSITIONS
(MUKHANG PERA)

HAVE YOU BECOMES HAPPY, IF OTHERS WHERE LOST
(MUKHANG PERA)

HAVE YOU SATISFIED OF BENEFITS, THAT IN SHORT (AICS)
(MUKHANG PERA)



REMEMBE THIS, FOR  ME

YOU ARE NOT WRONGS,

YOU ARE MAYBE A VICTIMS OF NEEDS

OF TIME!

BUT JUST MAYBE  YOU LOSE YOURS

SENSE,

BECAUSE THAT  THEY GIVEN BLIDED YOURS

FOR CENTS!



WE  CARES FOR YOU

MORE THNA WHAT YOU KNOWS......


THUS, WE MIGHT FULLFIL

THE ESSENCE OF OUR SERVICE

FOR OUR DEAR GREAT NATION!




FOR ME, REMEMBER THIS

YOU ARE NOT WRONGS!

IT'S YOUR CHOICE!

IT'S YOUR LIFE!



FOR ME,  REMEBER THIS

YOU ARE NOT A CHILD's

IT'S YOUR WAYS

IT'S WHO YOU ARE



BUT LET ME TELL YOU THIS FRANKLY!

DON'T ASK TOO MUCH FOR YOUR GOVERMENT

OF YOUR LOST SOMEDAYS

OF YOUR UNEXPECTED ......


DON'T ASK TOO  MUCH FOR YOUR GOVERMENT

BUT ASK YOURSELF HOW YOU BECOMES!

BLAMES NO ONE's!

BLAMES NOT OTHER's


IT's YOUR CHOICE

(BASED RULES -ORDERS <> locals)



THUS, ASK NOT TOO MUCH !

BLAMES NOT TOO MUCH!



YET, ASK YOURSELF?

ARE LIFES YOURS

IS FOR

CENTS!

OR

SENSE!

more often than not, a knightly surge
     combs a pawn me,
     especially after the stroke of midnight, when
hermetically sealed in my rookery,

     where bats in the belfry
     flap their wings at the speed
     of sound times ten
thence, this king heads to his counting house

     (which doubles asthma
     Perkiomen Valley bishopric)
     to economize on space,
     especially during tax time

     (as April fifteenth slowly approaches,
     me heartbeat doth) quicken
though becalmed, when imbibing
     idyllic, fantastic, and bucolic kingdom

     Americana paintings courtesy, sans nomen
Percevel Rockwell, thus jitteriness pacified,
     particularly speaking
     on the telly phone with Ken
Burns, whose trademark documentaries,

     particularly War between the States,
     where even roosting hen
got into the frayed scrimmage vis a vis, even
chilly being egged on to surrender as Ben

a fit to this American
     Civil War Yankee incarnate,    
whose doodling word
     ya probably don't give a hoot -Amen!

Though a wimpy, tiny, and puny
(smaller than a breadbox) Ogre
whereat my portable minuscule
fingerhut size adobe abode ex
posed to Strunk and White raw
grammatical elements of style,

I counted Flip (Wilsonian) view,
to camouflage myself anytime
and anywhere as significant add
vantages. The obvious down side
(i.e. severe limitations to pull off

major coup) forced me to axe
paunches pilot while taking a chopper
if I van nah miniaturize daring deed
(done dirt cheap) reconfigured,

retouched, recorded by Das scribe
named Magnum Opus. Indeed,
this chance to golong (equivalent
of Olympic gold) foretold peering
into granule size barren crystal ball.
Preliminary steps undertaken

to pull off impossible mission;
mo' difficult than a blind man
taking eighty steps to Honah
infiltrating 70+ shades of gray area

prime Donald Trump real estate.
A priority prevailed to act on
the QT (q-tip) lest cover get blown,
and suspicious communique encrypted
to gal lobe trotting henchmen.
Urgency spurred daring deed,
cuz targeted subject in question

(majority population counted
as debouched, delirious, and
demonstrably dangerous
demagogue, in short a "FAKE"
president! Security details
(like stray cats on the prowl),

could sniff out ploy to re
program depraved, deranged,
and detached supposed Master
at helm. His audacity, effrontery,
and isolationist iffy ideology
placed him squarely as half baked
cookie monstrosity against

United States Commander in Chief.
First order of business necessitated
tranquilizing this doughty, haughty
enemy of the Lumpenproletariat!

Renown chemist friends of mine
(actually War tin buddies) alias
Diet Coke and/or Diet Pepsi
secured an ampule Taj Mahal

~ circa 1631vintage. One ampule
viz pill could knock out a giant –
sans, Jack and the beanstalk fame.
No ifs, and or bots, the secret
got pulled off without spilling

figurative (jelly) beans. Once
inside auditory labyrinth, I
immediately noticed striking
deus ex machina ***** riot ting
resemblance to microscopic cave.
A thick baad *** sieve sludge
of cerumen sis tah

(waxy substance) deaf finitely
posed an initial dilemma,
which audio slave solution
entailed collaboration to build
a toothpick fence. Pensiveness

unexpectedly found subject
reflexively scratching, poking,
and jabbing inadvertently
finding me toward ground zero.