Seminole truck stop.
Bought coffee, didn’t like vibe.
Got out of there fast.
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Financial experts:
Often wrong, never in doubt.
Caveat emptor.
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Your probiotic
Killed my antibiotic!
Ha ha, just kidding.
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Chinese scraper sites
Steal copyrighted photos.
Nothing you can do.
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Biz philosophies?
“Do it now” seems to work well.
Too brief for a book.
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Middle-aged white guy –
Beard, ponytail, leather hat.
Fits stereotype.
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Heed the small, still voice
That says: Don’t push it today,
You’ll blow out your back.
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Can’t reach them by phone?
Their Org. is dysfunctional.
Thus the voicemail loop.
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With age, hair migrates
From head – to eyebrows, ears, nose.
Just the way it is.
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UFO meetup…
Rather interesting group.
(That’s a euphemism.)
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A phrase might sound good
And be logical nonsense.
Check your metapahors.
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Old-age home has gym
And other amenities
The old folks don’t use.
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Street photography –
Subjects threaten to call cops.
Don’t argue, move on.
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Leftovers breakfast:
Plantains, coffee, vindaloo.
Wash it down with Tums.
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(Feel free to add your contributions in the comments.)
What can bind us now?
Only this one truth: Epstein
Didn’t kill himself.
Endless Christmas songs
Beginning to sound hackneyed
More eggnog rum, please
As I get older
I get more sick of the cold
the cold doesn’t care
almost reclusive,
off all social media,
fee so much better
I read these old books
battles no one remembers
forgotten heroes
Get the business in,
do the work, then bill the time,
then, maybe, they’ll pay
The old man’s dying
good guy, solid, hit ninety,
now its days or hours
political talk
you won’t change anyone’s mind
It’s hard to give a shit
alcoholism
requires stamina, time, funds
beyond what I have
Not having money:
turns out it’s a big problem
Worse than people say
Young female lawyer
wearing a skirt and black tights
I’m old, invisible
The most basic things
you once hoped to accomplish
will never happen
Hey, Debbie Downer,
lighten up, your self pity
is fucking boring
What would it be like
To have that day back again
You and I could dance
Nothing I could say
In seventeen syllables
Would strike your interest
The WaPo greets us
Merry impeachmas to you
But proles say stuff it
Bade deletes the tweet
Shocked there exist some yahoos
Who do not agree
Proles are revolting
Do not worship at the feet
Of the MSM
It’s deplorable
To disagree with WaPo
The kulaks must die
Forecast for Cayman:
Eighties, with a chance of rum
Palm trees wrapped with lights
Say “Spring is coming!”
Elevator icebreaker
People start to smile
Chicagoboyz posts?
Four days none new. Will not do.
My solution? Haiku
Woke scolds make a fuss
Nothing works to calm them down
Why listen to them?
Eight hours of light
Sixteen of dark and cold night
Need more coffee now
Windows N.T. crashed
I am the blue screen of death
No one hears your screams
eleven of twelve times
Floridian stationary monks
live on home ground
one of twelve times
Caribbean middle class royalty
live on board