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What if Politicians were Paid in Prunes?

What if we “they” were paid in Prunes?

Might create some different tunes?

Equal spent to equal eat,

A change for life that would be sweet.

Greed would have its own revenge,

Those without – it would avenge.

Gas abounds but not for cars,

Crystal switched for Mason Jars.

The more they spend the . . . → Read More: What if Politicians were Paid in Prunes?

Needed a ……

Needed a list to go to the store,

just tore it up and bought even more.

Needed a home to house just a few,

bought me a castle just for the view.

Needed a car to get me around,

bought me a bus – better hands down.

Needed a watch to tell me the . . . → Read More: Needed a ……

Time, the illusion.

Time is not on anyone’s side

just an illusion to mess my mind

we’re all swimming against the tide,

nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.

  Can’t take it easy or have a rest,

the very notion, don’t suggest,

for we all have our hills to climb,

can’t do it on someone else’s time.

. . . → Read More: Time, the illusion.

Who Knew?

who knew, for the good of the whole human race

we would exit from Eden, needing, crying and bleeding

with wounds on our face?

who knew who was lying in wait,

wading through lies, defining a fate

both loved and despised?

who knew the third eye was hard to see

but for an acute angel . . . → Read More: Who Knew?

Prissy and Peggy

Prissy the Pear lived high in a tree,

organic she was – a high pedigree.

Peggy the Peach lived wild by the road,

struggling for life – hoping not to erode.

Prissy looked down at Peggy afar,

a peasant you are while I am a star.

While Peggy worked hard to live day to . . . → Read More: Prissy and Peggy

Farmer Judd

Farmer Judd

by Bob Grant

Farmer Judd worked in the mud to keep his garden pure,

Don’t mix or match, you’ll surely catch, disease he was for sure.

Sam the Slug worked in his mud but with a different mind,

For what he saw – there was no flaw – for Sam the Slug . . . → Read More: Farmer Judd