RUB-A-DUB-DUB

Three belle-gals in a shower.
They shake, rattle, wiggle & cower.
Something some of us like to see.

I prefer to view three beau-guys
in a tub. Doing their stuff, in-salvo.
The stuff guys want & like to do.

‘Dropping the soap’ in the military
was common. I experienced that
proposition day-one of BMT. Cherry.

Rub-a-dub-dub three men in a tub,
what a site to see. “Hey, one of
them is me!”— Ray Laccetti

FOSSILS

We’ll all be fossils soon.
Maybe before another new-
   moon.
Before too-long & very-soon.
Surely at our approaching
   doom.
We’ll leave narrow-rooms.
To enter even narrower-
   tombs.
Eternal dark & quiet await.
It’s a dalliance that we just
can’t shake nor even can fake.
   At all those weepy-wakes.

— Ray Laccetti

NOT LATELY

I haven’t been myself of late,
fast approaching ‘pearly-gates,’
has kept me at ‘loose-ends.’

I frequently ask Lord Jesus,
haven’t I made amends, enuf?
Why then, all this waiting-stuff?

Whom I really yearn to see again
is mom, pop & of course my friend.
But maybe that’s too much, Amen.

Life was often unfair; times too
hard to bear. Never a ‘sleeper.’
I often ‘needed a keeper.’ C’mon
then, ‘Grim-Reaper!’— Ray Laccetti

I think over my time
& I realize that I’m
on the borderline.

Time is fleeting
& we’re creeping
toward oblivion.

We’ll soon kick
the bucket.
So say to yourself,
*****-it.

Can’t win for losin’!

— Ray Laccetti

Not everyone 'gets my drift'
But it's just one of my gifts
To knock some sense
into the dense
& maybe they'll get it
hence