I do consider myself a free thinker. My thoughts are rarely influenced by opinions of others. Many others are like sheep, content to follow the path of least resistance irregardless of where it leads. The only thing worse than a stupid person is a person who supports and follows a stupid person.
It's like trying to make sense of Max Plancks theory or of the Koran,-neither makes sense but a lot of otherwise sensible people swear by them both. (and Plancks actually works) Go figure that one...
Oh, I decided to post a poem of mine that might, in some way, show a quirk or two about my thinking. This poem was written without anything particular in mind,-I cannot recall any reason I wrote it except I felt like writing a poem and started writing...and this happened.
Dinner With the Folks
I met a girl out on the street and asked her if she'd like to eat,.-
A bite or two with me at her folks place.
She said I guess I wouldn't mind, if you would be so kind and tell me
that your name is no worse than your face.
I told her that my name is Joe, that's all of me you need to know.
So now let's go to your place and pig out.
She asked me if I had a buck,- I told her that she is in luck;
Cause gold and silver's what I'm all about.
We walked inside her living room, it smelled so bad I felt a swoon
Begi...
I do consider myself a free thinker. My thoughts are rarely influenced by opinions of others. Many others are like sheep, content to follow the path of least resistance irregardless of where it leads. The only thing worse than a stupid person is a person who supports and follows a stupid person.
It's like trying to make sense of Max Plancks theory or of the Koran,-neither makes sense but a lot of otherwise sensible people swear by them both. (and Plancks actually works) Go figure that one...
Oh, I decided to post a poem of mine that might, in some way, show a quirk or two about my thinking. This poem was written without anything particular in mind,-I cannot recall any reason I wrote it except I felt like writing a poem and started writing...and this happened.
Dinner With the Folks
I met a girl out on the street and asked her if she'd like to eat,.-
A bite or two with me at her folks place.
She said I guess I wouldn't mind, if you would be so kind and tell me
that your name is no worse than your face.
I told her that my name is Joe, that's all of me you need to know.
So now let's go to your place and pig out.
She asked me if I had a buck,- I told her that she is in luck;
Cause gold and silver's what I'm all about.
We walked inside her living room, it smelled so bad I felt a swoon
Begin to overtake my consciousness.
Her mom and dad both welcomed me, they didn't expect company;
They're sorry that the house is such a mess.
I asked when dinner would be served, dad said you have a lot of nerve,-
You need to give my wife a chance to cook.
The girl said we could call a store and have a meal brought to the door.
That sure would beat mom's cooking from a book.
So mom called on the telephone and gave the ad-dress to her home
And said we need a meal; we need it now.
We have a ****** here who's flush;-who on our daughter has a crush,
Although she smells and looks just like a cow.
So then, we sat around the table,-she told me that her name is Mable;
If you've a quarter, then you are in luck.
I said I needed all my cash to buy this Oriental bash
And honey mustard to go on the duck.
At last we started on our meal; with my third bite I gave a squeal;
A bead of sweat popped out on my forehead.
My stomach churned and made a threat to empty cause it was upset,
I heard mom whisper,-soon he will be dead.
It seems they've done all this before; they set it all up with the store
To bring a meal that has an almond smell.
The smell is all that I recall. No one will grab me if I fall,
If I crash now I know I'll wake in ****.
My stomach heaved, I gave a squeal and I put all my former meal
Back on the table, mostly in my plate.
I staggered out into the street; I barely could stay on my feet.
But I took time to contemplate my fate.
If I should meet a girl again and she agrees that I come in
And meet her folks and dine like once before,-
I'll run so fast she'll scarcely see the blur that's all there'll be of me!
That's all there is of this; there ain't no more!
finis...
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