I know I am now a minority.
I think I always was.
I mean, one against trillions..
Come on.

Now I know what it’s like to feel these feelings.
Of less than.
Talked down to.
Worse than that.
Thought of as being a useless "piece of furniture"..
Slavery.

It’s funny, irony has its “roots”.
It has its, Gulags.
It has its Ghettos.
It has its “camps”
And chambers, of the nefarious kind.
It has its human history.

But this?
I’m offended.
You have hurt my feelings.
I am no good.
I should be  shunned (oh, too late).
Put away.
Left to die.

Three stooges (Philo, Realo and Absurdo_..

Walked into a bar.

Philo and Realo, were together.
Sort of.....
Absurdo, was in the corner,
just watching.
Like she does.

Then DRABO walked in.
Saw the rest of the world.
And relaxed.


He would be OK from now on.....
After one thing...

It’s tough to have one “bad” apple…
Or a billion or so.
Spoil it for everyone else.

Ernest said it best.
“No, what I mean” to say….
I am not being, mean.
I say things.
I command them to be poems.
And they are.
So let it be written.
So let it be done.
It is done.
So, there is that.

The Natives are restless.

Two weeks ago....

Now,


No one ******* cares..

ON to the next thing..

This is not reference any person, living or dead.

It’s a ******* metaphor

Isn't it Ironic?

Think, apple.
Think, snake.
Think, talking.
Think, realo..
He was the best fella I ever met.
To bad he’s gone now.
Better pastures,
I am sure.