Category Archives: mortality

The Don believes you need a photo ID to purchase groceries! It’s the thinking behind this train of thought is the worrying thing. Extremely unsettling, in an historical sense.

Pry Now, Pay Later.

The President has been known to push reason a little far,
But his idea for a proof of purchase ID is beyond bizarre,
With every single purchase, in every dime store
Flashing the cash won’t be enough anymore;
Don wants you to have papers on you to show who you are.

Will Walmart put you up agin the wall if you’ve no ID card?
Will the cashier at Target treat you like a border guard?
If Donald can only bend Congress to his peculiar cant
Every ‘Merican businesses business will be to be vigilant.
Still, a few survive who hope Dons plan remains ill-starred…

Those who recall with vividity loved faces long since since passed,
Who knew those ‘innocent’ ID papers meant your fate was cast,
Back in the day when a Star of David upon your sleeve
Meant only a painful few would be left to eternally grieve.
And, now to pray that even Don can learn from the past.

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A year after a concerned citizen, Justine Damond, rang the police and was shot and killed. Shot by a policeman who answered the poor innocent woman’s call. We wait to see what will happen. A year on, the wait drags on.

The Muffled Sound Of A Distant Report.

It has been one long year Since Justine was gunned down
By a fine upstanding officer and upholder of the law,
Enquiries by the Minneapolis Police plod painfully on in ol’ Fulton Town;
This time the Police don’t seem keen on being quick on the draw.

Justine’s long-suffering family’s impatience is beginning to show,
The Police cop-out has struck a bloody raw nerve,
It seems the wheels of justice in Minneapolis grind exceedingly slow
When its expedient to protect those who protect and serve.

Getting wet and wild on your holiday/honeymoon. A bit of a cautionary tale.

Taken, With A Dose Of Salt.

The summer sun was dazzling bright,
The sea a’sparkling in the sunlight,
Not one solitary cooling cloud in sight
For honeymooners on the Great Australian Bight.

Up on deck after a hot ardourous night
Still this couple are feeling set to ignite,
Where, where to escape 100-degrees Fahrenheit?
The sea offers a cool promise of respite.

Skinny dipping is a sheer naked delight,
The seas ebb and flow sure to primordially excite,
But bare bodies are also sure to whet the appetite
Of Tiger, Tigers, Basking, a bloody Great White.

Annapolis newspaper the latest in the kaleidoscope of craziness that continues on despite ‘thoughts’n’prayers.’

The Latest Report.

‘Crazy Jarrod is what they all said,
The lies in that f… fake newspaper I read!
This is all theirĀ  fault, they made me see red,
And now all over this paper my story’s spread.’

How my grievances hit the front page,
Jarrod, famous, is standing centre stage,
My word being ignored was the real outrage
So I punctuated my point with a twelve gauge.

Back to my safe secure cell I’m silently led,
There to to contemplate my sins on my single bed,
Oh, to say I’m sane or blame the ‘voices’ in my head?
Option One leaves the NRA legal team in mortal dread.

(This is not meant to be flippant, its more with a sense of weary resignation.)

Diplomacy 101. Careering towards a deal with North Korea. Yeah, right.

Round And Round, Round After Round.

Don wants to meet with Kim
And Kim wants to meet with him,
They plan to meet up in Singapore
Unless the plan proves to have a flaw.

With two massive egos in one place
What a conundrum they both face,
Which one of ’em will first blink?
Which one of ’em, do you think?

With this meeting of the minds
It’s fair to say it does take all kinds,
Now their meeting is off, then it’s on;
What party poopers are Kim and Don.

As warm relationships continue to sour,
Atmosphere’s cooling, hour by hour
‘Nobel’s resounding, like a bad joke
As our high hopes go up in smoke.

The locale is different but there’s an eerie familiarity to the news unfolding on the screen. Well, time- again- for ‘thoughts and prayers.’

Long Time A’learning.

Just another day in the USA,
This time the place is Santa Fe,
Theres’s guns, carnage blood and gore,
The same old story, retold once more.

Another kid with no concern for the law,
Don’t care what the Second Amendments for,
Still the NRA say ‘don’t dare take our guns away,’
Just another sad and sorry day in the USA.

A sporting great moves on to that great big dressing shed in the sky. ‘Bye, Ferg.

Red And Black And Blue.

Fergie McCormick was hard as nails, tough as teak,
What carnage on the rugby field he would wreak,
Yet he had a charitable as well as a rambunctious streak,
There would always be
A card of sympathy
When you woke up sometime well into next week.