Sunday, January 20, 2013

wordcasting

 Let he who is without guns or an over-abundant
 amount of testosterone cast the first word;...
 then stare in mock surprise as the
 warring jesters face grows so serious
 that he drops His stones.
                                                                 
 That wasnt so bad was it?...an experiment in
 how a speaking man could rule any continent
 with flattery as opposed to force! Just ask Ghandi
 how good it felt...(then follow on a similar course.)

 So many noteworthy martyrs...so little time!
 Therefore I mention none in order to avoid
 the embarrassment of looking like a bastardly ingrate.
 ( Though such lines are already fine.) With a little
 hope and a lot less alcohol, i'll be able to take my grandchildren
 out wordcasting someday; and sit laughing over a commercially
 correct bag of Worthers Originals ©(rtm) about the old days
 when pappy j. helped defeat a mass of jesters with words
 instead of stones.

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