Another day, another bombing;
out in the fray, we should be calming.
As the NSA taps Angela's Merkel ring
The vultures will oh, so soon be circling,
And Rich, while not rich, is starting a venture.For a while to beguile,though life is a bitch,he will need
a large loan – an adventure!
Later, another financial talking headindicated that “the
'secular' marketwould experience a severe correctionin bonds, not stocks.”
Too friggin' bad, Goldilocks.
Chris, at extension 154, didn't care.
After all, he would have no skin in the game– at least not in the foreseeable
As the pencil is pushed
The paper expands;
Oh, housefly, SHOOSH!
You don't fit my plans!
Yes, indeed, the flies still get in
With their shit eatin' greed
They are filthy as sin.
When a buddy 'o mine
fell pell-mell down the stairs
It seems that he was alone;
He felt, shall we say, in pain without prayers
For he'd broken his collarbone!
Then we got a call
from his spouse down the hall
Who relayed this stunt of her man's;
She remarked with a frown:
“Yup, he damn sure fell down
and his hobbled-ness won't help our plans!”
Thinking a lot about L;feeling helpless, so, oh, well.She
needs to muster up some kind of gumptionjust to fit into the puzzle she
And her progress we have awaited.
Then back over to the hospital we had to go
As papers needed to be signed;
Ducking or dodging the proverbial flow
And one thousand words behind.
So is anyone watching this literal splotching
As Davey H struggles and flounces?
Indeed, his is botching
And certainly scotching
Each project off which he bounces.
Now L is okay in a gradual way
And we'll see her later today.
Tales Of Memorable Pissing Occasions, Part 1
Davey once did a thing that was not very nifty
Giving urine a fling from his car – going fifty!
The driver behind him
reacted with fright;
but didn't catch Davey
at the next traffic light!
So D emptied the bottle
The contents thus gone
Then tromped on the throttle
With full wipers on!
Here D will explain as it does come to pass:
“Hey, having to stop is a pain in the ass!”
As goes the pissing, so goes the swerve;
No time would be missing; the bottle does serve!
© Davey H
Off we go into the whiled screw ponder, swooshing bills out
of the way.
A friend informed me once again,
that, “hey, it's capitalism, my friend.”
Hells bells, at least we still ARE friends.
Yet as Richard Wolff remarks in his stimulating book talk entitled “Naked
Capitalism”:“capitalism isn't working out very well for some of you –
especially the young; for you, capitalism isn't delivering the goods.”
Well, Davey concurs with that assessment. But he has, for some time, been
treading water pretty well. As he is fond to say, “It would be nice to play the
game MY way.”
Davey willingly and
arduously tussles in the game he wishes to play because he gets news
one day that gives pause – hooray!To that end, that gentle
fellow who took robeshas been an inspiration;tall and lanky
with dangling earlobes,he's won my staunch admiration!When
Davey heardof K's robe takinghe thought, “how
absurd!”“These rules I am making!”Then, after
speaking with Tom,from whom gossip purged,a soothing balm of
detail emerged:It seemed that K had walked awayfrom the
cutest babe on the planet;renunciation? Yes, he say!Wouldn't
work – or can it?
Today is the day our
Sweetie passed away, and she graced our lives for 5 years;she
hadn't taken the move up here, and this brought her lady to
tears.Hers was a remarkable story. Wandering as if lost,
Sweetie had scrounged about the neighborhood subsisting on whatever
scraps she could garner – say, for example, raiding bowls of cat
food folks left out for strays.At times she limped with a
wanderlust waddle, as if lost. A persnickety homeowner noticed the
path Sweetie had worn in the grass between his house and the next and
put up a bitchin' fuss.
Within a year, I'll
have you hear,fair Sweetie moved in with us!Now this was not
an easy task;in fact, 'twas a bit 'o fuss!For starters,
Sweetie was extremely people shy, looping around any object to escape
her pursuer, irrespective of gentle speech or good intentions.So
clever tricks needed to be implemented in order to trap her for a
trip to the vet.Initially, folks got together and set up a
doghouse behind the home that was, for all intents and purposes,
abandoned. Sweetie had naturally gravitated to this property, staking
it out as her territory.
On any given page, Davey could easily be distracted by
sidebars – especially if they blinked or were bedecked in florescent colors
such as ‘hot pink’ – the likes of those snazzy petunias of yesteryear that went
by the moniker of “Falcon Pink Morn”.
You see, sidebars were meant to distract.
They pop. They’ll fizz. Such slop. Gee whiz!
Yes, these are short sentences. Very short. Choppy. Punchy. Glaringly
Such sentence structure is, for lack of an enhanced, more apropos definitively
descriptive terminology, of the ilk that plinks the pique of this modern-day
‘gold standard’ word processing software manufactured by Microsoft.
Davey is dropping names; he’s telling you
but not craving fame as the little do.
For Alan Jackson blithely sang
while he loved to play:
“It’s alright to be itty-bitty.”
And we plan to be small to stay.
Because in this life
so greedy and sh***y
those snide “powers that be”
are delighted, you see
to keep all the Sheeple that way!
But as mentioned in a previous post
Davey had certainly made the most
of meager assets with help from a host
to whom he’d soon raise a toast!
“Alright, indeed,” Davey H grinned
Of debt no need rescind.
This entry was actually ‘penned’ in the nascent days of
December, and after little ruckus surrounding such penning, Davey H might be
inclined to waste a bit more time attempting to replace that awful mugshot,
despite the fact that Word doesn’t recognize the word ‘mugshot’ even when it is
hyphenated, which is totally irrelevant within the context of this site’s
dysfunction and spewing of multifarious ‘404 Page Not Found’ errors and such
when users, namely this one, try and upload their updated, uppity account
photos, though maybe the thumbnail would be replaceable; it being, in fact, a wholly
Just a hum and whir
of an aging car,
and Davey with her
will go damn far.
So what, pray tell
are those giant piles of material
residing just east of Waconah Falls Brook?
Does anyone besides gray old Davey ever look?
It figures he notices shit like that
as he zips past those piles soon or later;
oh, he muses and quips at the drop of a hat
because he, too, wants excavator.
“They have certainly milked that bridge job to the max,” Davey said.
And now, for the remainder of winter
We’ll sit at that light – such dread!
”Let’s talk turkey,” the solidly STUPID mainstream pub announced.
To which I retorted: “hey, let’s f###in’ NOT.”
Thus on his head I pounced.
Thanks, but no thanks.
Because in order for that basted bird
(there you go: a wasted word)
our table to grace,
an act of rank cruelty MUST take place.
No need of avian muscle to munch
or cold-assed leftovers in this lunch.
And we’re up to our gonads in tryptophan,
so give it a rest, why dontcha, man?!
This ‘turkey day’ nonsense just makes me shout,
but it’s nice to have something to bitch about!
Oh, deer checking station!
What begs thee here?
I feign jubilation
but alas, killed no deer.
A dull exclamation;
it’s that time of year.
Yup, you’re darn tootin’
they’re bound to be shootin’
so y’all better stand clear!
But it’s really too bad
that the fun hunters had
was creating and culling such fear;
whilst they plan their arrival
for sport, not survival
do they toward hardened hearts thusly steer?
My good friends Bob and one-eyed Mike,
not of the same all male hunting group
would clamber up in those woods on a hike
and hunt in their respective troop.
School must have had a half day.
Not so bad, as kids foray.
And pardon, it is semi needless to say,
they will not balk
nor stop at crosswalk,
but rather emit a “hooray!”
Or maybe it was a half-assed day.
Hah! You just KNEW I would write that!
The presence is noticeable.And those large, yellow
rectangular contraptions that so regularly and faithfully transport the young,
twitchy learners under the watchful eyeball of surveillance cameras?Yeah, they
are out in full force, too, and early, by golly.
One thing is for sure: if one hits yours,
YOURS WILL LOSE.