D.J. Donny Johnson, just
had a nasty day,
When he had a "close" encounter,
with a dose of pepper spray.
His canister was needing,
a shakeup and a test,
He aimed and sprayed it
to the east, but the wind was blowing west.
The back splash settled nicely,
on D.J.’s outstretched hand,
He then went in the men’s
room, he had to take a stand.
On the next call that he
went to, he was very fidgety,
The D.J. Shuffle soon began,
a dance you have to see.
The burning was incredible,
he could not make it stop,
D.J. had stopped shuffling,
and now began to hop.
From the car beside him,
all soaked with morning dew,
He soaked his hands, and
shoved them in, but the fire in there grew.
Running out of options, amidst
increasing pain,
Oh, what he wouldn’t give
for, a cloudburst and some rain.
For any tips that he could
get, I’m sure he’d pay big bucks,
But he did not go to Lost
Lagoon, swimming with the ducks.
I’m told that his solution,
nowhere is down in ink,
He simply tore his pants
off, and sat down in a sink.
After soaking for an hour,
and prancing all about,
D.J.’s problem had been
solved, the fire was put out.
It’s a good thing that he
didn’t have, some frozen cubes of ice,
The results upon his burning
spot, would not have been too nice.
But if he did it carefully,
I’m sure it wouldn’t wreck-er,
For Hot Stuff D.J., would
then possess, a Red Hot Chilly Pecker.
PC 664 T.J. Gowdyk 99-04-05 (179)
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Not All
is
a Masterpiece
by Harry
Polis
Not
all that I write is sweetness and light
but
hard
like
a bed of nails.
Some
make it fine
on
line after line
Some
of it moves like snails
It's
witty
It's
shitty
Some
tell
and
some don't
It
comes from the heart
and
told
by
the throat
Some
of it sails
and
some of it sinks
It
glows oh-so-brightly
or
suddenly stinks
It
comes from the heart
in
part after part
and
leaves
when
it tells its tale
And
sometimes
land
a minnow
and
sometimes
I
land a whale.
Applying Elbow Grease, Mixed-Media, 8 x10", Jaynee Levy-Polis
by Harry Polis
I look back now and then
to see where I came from.
I sometimes joy
at what I see
The pain I feel
if only I look closely
and remove the fantasy
in wanting to see things
other than
what they were at those times
I feel the longing to go back
to the safe time that has passed
Bubba's Debut, 8 x 10" (She's making memories.)J.Levy-Polis
But on looking deeply
I see the failures
And at that moment, realize
I must go forward
because my mind
has moved beyond that
Such a small insight
And yet
How many are stuck
at that truth and cannot
move from that spot
And so
remain forever
by Harry Polis
I've done things
not doing
by doing in my mind
Like once
I found this corner
made by two large
walls
and shouted at their
reaches
that echoed back
my calls
As eyes searched
these parallels
and perpendicular
planes
I visioned naught
but
just straight lines
a traveler just
of trains
And all I really
had to do
was just to turn
around
But me
I faced in corners
My trip had come
aground
I dreamed of spirals
with circles
To fear, I reasoned
trains
But me
I faced in corners
with perpendicular
planes
I pictured dreams
and made up schemes
with all kinds of
solutions
And I rigged thoughts
of every size
I made my own pollution
I pictured picturing
travel
along the winding
lanes
But me
I faced in corners
with perpendicular planes.
