Saturday, April 16, 2011
Monday, April 11, 2011
53 DAILY K If I were a rich man
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn’t have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
--From Fiddler on the Roof
Music by Jerry Bock, lyrics by Sheldon Harnick,
and book by Joseph Stein
"The real source of wealth and capital in this new era is not material things.. it is the human mind, the human spirit, the human imagination, and our faith in the future."--Steve Forbes
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"The man who has won millions at the cost of his conscience is a failure."
--BC Forbes
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"People who grow rich almost always improve their sex life. More people want to have sex with them. That’s just the way human beings work. Money is power. Power is an aphrodisiac. Money did not make me happy. But it definitely improved my sex life."--Felix Dennis
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"The amount of money you have has got nothing to do with what you earn.. people earning a million dollars a year can have no money and.. People earning $35,000 a year can be quite well off. It's not what you earn, it's what you spend."--Paul Clitheroe
"There are plenty of ways to get ahead. The first is so basic I'm almost embarrassed to say it: spend less than you earn."--Paul Clitheroe
"The more I study the wealthy.. in an effort to learn how to help more people around the world become one of them.. I’m stunned by how many people are actually not rich."--David Bach
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Mikel K Poet "I made 50 million bucks yesterday. That's a flameout I could get used to."--Conrad Black
If I were a rich man,
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
All day long I’d biddy biddy bum.
If I were a wealthy man.
I wouldn’t have to work hard.
Ya ha deedle deedle, bubba bubba deedle deedle dum.
If I were a biddy biddy rich,
Yidle-diddle-didle-didle man.
--From Fiddler on the Roof
Music by Jerry Bock, lyrics by Sheldon Harnick,
and book by Joseph Stein
"The real source of wealth and capital in this new era is not material things.. it is the human mind, the human spirit, the human imagination, and our faith in the future."--Steve Forbes
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"The man who has won millions at the cost of his conscience is a failure."
--BC Forbes
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"People who grow rich almost always improve their sex life. More people want to have sex with them. That’s just the way human beings work. Money is power. Power is an aphrodisiac. Money did not make me happy. But it definitely improved my sex life."--Felix Dennis
about a minute ago · Like ·
Mikel K Poet
"The amount of money you have has got nothing to do with what you earn.. people earning a million dollars a year can have no money and.. People earning $35,000 a year can be quite well off. It's not what you earn, it's what you spend."--Paul Clitheroe
"There are plenty of ways to get ahead. The first is so basic I'm almost embarrassed to say it: spend less than you earn."--Paul Clitheroe
"The more I study the wealthy.. in an effort to learn how to help more people around the world become one of them.. I’m stunned by how many people are actually not rich."--David Bach
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Mikel K Poet "I made 50 million bucks yesterday. That's a flameout I could get used to."--Conrad Black
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
52 BOLD
"I've taken a vow of poverty. To annoy me, send money."--Source Unknown
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."-- Oscar Wilde
I'm holed up at The Corporate Coffee Store; sucking down coffee, & their internet, since the internet at my home is still down. Many of the folks here at The Coffee Shop are without power, as are half of the people on the street that I live on.
The women sitting next to me are talking about buying candles, & a flashlight. Ga. Power is getting so many calls that they are not answering their phones. We just saw two Ga. Power trucks drive into our hood. Yeah!
The coffee has been made, and drunk; the cats have been fed, the turtles light has been turned on, and I have dropped the little green, "floating food sticks," that nourish them into their water. I have taken Morisson, Dylan, and Dude, who is visiting for three days, outside, and I have fed the dogs. Dude stuck his nose up to my glass front door, and started barking, when I, then, took Henry, and Anna, outside to do their thing. When they were done, I fed the great Great Danes. My morning animal chores are now complete.
Up at 8:30 something. I'm drinking milk from a box that a kind soul donated to my cause. Milk from a box tastes different than milk from a plastic gallon. I am glad to be alive on this Monday. I wonder how many Mondays that I have lived in 53 years on this planet?
Morisson spent the night with Henry, Anna, and The Good Neighbor. This is the first night that he has ever been away from me, other than when I have taken a short vacation, and have placed him with family members.
It is weird to not have him around this morning. It feels like something essential in my life is gone.
Dude is still visiting. Other than a couple of skirmishes through the glass doors with Bolton, the dog who lives, with Lisa, several doors down, Dude's visit has been a pleasant one. The cats, now, mostly ignore him, instead of hiss at him. I assume that they have come to see him as harmless, as more of an unwanted intrusion into their serenity, than a danger to their existence.
The turtles have clean water, this morning, because I cleaned their tank out, yesterday. I alway love it when I look over, and can clealy see my reptiles.
I moved the books off of my printer, and my cat is back, luxuriating on the machine.
Henry went to The 420 Festival in Candler Park, and had to leave because he broke a toe nail. At first, Henry loved all the people who were coming out of the huge crowd to say hello to him, and pet him; but then he started to get scared, and tried to withdraw from all the attention. He is home, asleep, now.
I didn't break my toe nail, this afternoon, at the also very crowded Dogwood Festival, but I did quickly walk away from the incredible number of people who surrounded me during my brief foray into the event, in Piedmont Park. I mean how do people live like this, ten deep to look at a piece of art, standing in line for a half hour to take a piss, line a mile long to buy some over=priced bad for you "food?"
One of the robins who inhabits the nest that they built at the front of our porch just landed. I would much rather spend my time here, with birds, and dogs, than be with the mass of man, and woman, at either festival. The road less traveled is the place to be.
"I've taken a vow of poverty. To annoy me, send money."--Source Unknown
"We are all in the gutter, but some of us are looking at the stars."-- Oscar Wilde
I'm holed up at The Corporate Coffee Store; sucking down coffee, & their internet, since the internet at my home is still down. Many of the folks here at The Coffee Shop are without power, as are half of the people on the street that I live on.
The women sitting next to me are talking about buying candles, & a flashlight. Ga. Power is getting so many calls that they are not answering their phones. We just saw two Ga. Power trucks drive into our hood. Yeah!
The coffee has been made, and drunk; the cats have been fed, the turtles light has been turned on, and I have dropped the little green, "floating food sticks," that nourish them into their water. I have taken Morisson, Dylan, and Dude, who is visiting for three days, outside, and I have fed the dogs. Dude stuck his nose up to my glass front door, and started barking, when I, then, took Henry, and Anna, outside to do their thing. When they were done, I fed the great Great Danes. My morning animal chores are now complete.
Up at 8:30 something. I'm drinking milk from a box that a kind soul donated to my cause. Milk from a box tastes different than milk from a plastic gallon. I am glad to be alive on this Monday. I wonder how many Mondays that I have lived in 53 years on this planet?
Morisson spent the night with Henry, Anna, and The Good Neighbor. This is the first night that he has ever been away from me, other than when I have taken a short vacation, and have placed him with family members.
It is weird to not have him around this morning. It feels like something essential in my life is gone.
Dude is still visiting. Other than a couple of skirmishes through the glass doors with Bolton, the dog who lives, with Lisa, several doors down, Dude's visit has been a pleasant one. The cats, now, mostly ignore him, instead of hiss at him. I assume that they have come to see him as harmless, as more of an unwanted intrusion into their serenity, than a danger to their existence.
The turtles have clean water, this morning, because I cleaned their tank out, yesterday. I alway love it when I look over, and can clealy see my reptiles.
I moved the books off of my printer, and my cat is back, luxuriating on the machine.
Henry went to The 420 Festival in Candler Park, and had to leave because he broke a toe nail. At first, Henry loved all the people who were coming out of the huge crowd to say hello to him, and pet him; but then he started to get scared, and tried to withdraw from all the attention. He is home, asleep, now.
I didn't break my toe nail, this afternoon, at the also very crowded Dogwood Festival, but I did quickly walk away from the incredible number of people who surrounded me during my brief foray into the event, in Piedmont Park. I mean how do people live like this, ten deep to look at a piece of art, standing in line for a half hour to take a piss, line a mile long to buy some over=priced bad for you "food?"
One of the robins who inhabits the nest that they built at the front of our porch just landed. I would much rather spend my time here, with birds, and dogs, than be with the mass of man, and woman, at either festival. The road less traveled is the place to be.
51 Daily K
There was a wicked storm during the night, which, of course, sent Morisson into the bed with me. Henry used Morisson's presence on the mattress next to me as his excuse to make his assent on to the bed. The great Great Dane put his head on the pillows next to me, and went to sleep like a pro, like an animal who is used to cohabiting a bed with humans, and feels that he has a right to be in their beds with them.
Both dogs slept very quietly, which is rare for Morisson during storms. Usually, when there is thunder, and lightening, during the night, he shakes violently, and spends his bed time trying to bury his nose into one of my hands. Maybe the presence of Henry, in the bed, gave Mo a kind of strength that he does not get from me during these, for him, trying times.
Speaking of trying times, I spent time, yesterday, in a line outside a church with other men, and women, who were waiting to get a bag of food, and other assistance. Trent was the name of the guy in front of me in line. He was out of work, and, worse, out of money for a Marta card, so that he could make it to interviews that he set up on the phone with temporary agencies. Trent had a long history of working temporary jobs. He said that the people that he worked for always promised him a permanent job, but that once the heavy lifting was done, they found that they no longer needed him.
At this church that I went to, you are allowed to get a bag of food three times a year. The security guard, and the lady in the pantry, the only folks I interacted with there, were very pleasant. I gave the lady in the pantry a big hug when she handed me my bad of food.
When you get an unemployment check, they do not give you any warning as to when the benefits will end. I got a check on Wednesday, and, on Friday, I got a letter saying that's it, you are done, your benefits have been exhausted. Try as I might, I was not able to save any money while getting unemployment, unless you call $88 savings!
I am super thankful to have my rent money for this month. The food that I got from this church, and the food that I will get today from an Assistance Group will assure that I eat until my Food Stamps come in.
Living as I do, is a lesson in humility. I have so many people to thank for letting me live as a writer, and to live with my disability.
Last night's storm knocked out my internet. A kind of helpless, hopeless feeling invades me when I can't get on the internet. I am an internet addict, strung out on all the beauty that it has to offer me. As a writer, I am handicapped without the internet.
The sites that I write on are on the internet, The Bold and Spicy News, and WorldwideHippies.com, Facebook, and Blogger.com, the site, where I rough out all my material, are on the internet. The two or three people who read me are on the internet. I operate in a lonely vacuum without the internet. What sucks today, is that one of my phones operates via the internet, and the charger to the other one has been eaten through by my cat Jaggar. Maybe I don't feed him enough, or maybe he doesn't like me making phone calls, but I won't be able to call the cable company from home.
Anyway, I have learned to look at There was a wicked storm during the night, which, of course, sent Morisson into the bed with me. Henry used Morisson's presence on the mattress next to me as his excuse to make his assent on to the bed. The great Great Dane put his head on the pillows next to me, and went to sleep like a pro; like an animal who is used to cohabiting a bed with humans, and feels that he has a right to be in their beds with them.
Both dogs slept very quietly, which is rare for Morisson during storms. Usually when there is thunder, and lightening, during the night, he shakes violently, and spends his bed time trying to bury his nose into one of my hands. Maybe the presence of Henry, in the bed, gave Mo a kind of strength that he does not get from me during these, for him, trying times.
Speaking of trying times, I spent time, yesterday, in a line outside a church with other men, and women, who were waiting to get a bag of food, and other assistance. Trent was the name of the guy in front of me in line. He was out of work, and, worse, out of money for a Marta card, so that he could make it to interviews that he set up on the phone with temporary agencies. Trent had a long history of working temporary jobs. He said that the people that he worked for always promised him a permanent job, but that once the heavy lifting was done, they found that they no longer needed him.
At this church that I went to, you are allowed to get a bag of food three times a year. The security guard, and the lady in the pantry, the only folks I interacted with there, were very pleasant. I gave the lady in the pantry a big hug when she handed me my bad of food.
When you get an unemployment check, they do not give you any warning as to when the benefits will end. I got a check on Wednesday, and, on Friday, I got a letter saying that's it, you are done, your benefits have been exhausted. Try as I might, I was not able to save any money while getting unemployment, unless you call $88 savings!
I am super thankful to have my rent money for this month. The food that I got from this church, and the food that I will get today from an Assistance Group will assure that I eat until my Food Stamps come in.
Living as I do, is a lesson in humility. I have so many people to thank for letting me live as a writer, and to live with my disability.
Last night's storm knocked out my internet. A kind of helpless, hopeless feeling invades me when I can't get on the internet. I am an internet addict, strung out on all the beauty that it has to offer me. As a writer, I am handicapped without the internet.
The sites that I write on are on the internet, The Bold and Spicy News, and WorldwideHippies.com, and Blogger.com where I rough all my material out are on the internet. The two or three people who read me are on the internet. I operate in a lonely vacuum without the internet. What sucks today, is that one of my phones operates via the internet, and the charger to the other one has been eaten through by my cat Jaggar. Maybe I don't feed him enough, or maybe he doesn't like me making phone calls, but I won't be able to call the cable company from home.
Anyway, I have learned to look at things such as standing in line for food, and not having the internet as life. As long as I am breathing, I am blessed. I have eaten in five star restaurants, it was nice, but I don't really see the point of it. I am happy with a can of ravioli for dinner, but, please, cable company get my internet back on!
There was a man standing in front of me outside the church who was impolite to the other people standing in line outside the church door, and when he got inside, was impolite to the security guard working inside the church; so much so that I thought that he was headed for jail, instead of to the pantry door to get a bag of food.
Some people are grateful for the assistance the they get when they are down and out,
and some are not.
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All pictures in this Daily K are from a musical event thrown monthly, during the warmer months by Andy and Kimmy Sue Shaughnessy at their house in Decatur. If you click on this link you will find a nice story about the event.
http://northdruidhills.patch.com/articles/north-druid-hills-couple-rocks-out-in-their-backyard
There was a wicked storm during the night, which, of course, sent Morisson into the bed with me. Henry used Morisson's presence on the mattress next to me as his excuse to make his assent on to the bed. The great Great Dane put his head on the pillows next to me, and went to sleep like a pro, like an animal who is used to cohabiting a bed with humans, and feels that he has a right to be in their beds with them.
Both dogs slept very quietly, which is rare for Morisson during storms. Usually, when there is thunder, and lightening, during the night, he shakes violently, and spends his bed time trying to bury his nose into one of my hands. Maybe the presence of Henry, in the bed, gave Mo a kind of strength that he does not get from me during these, for him, trying times.
Speaking of trying times, I spent time, yesterday, in a line outside a church with other men, and women, who were waiting to get a bag of food, and other assistance. Trent was the name of the guy in front of me in line. He was out of work, and, worse, out of money for a Marta card, so that he could make it to interviews that he set up on the phone with temporary agencies. Trent had a long history of working temporary jobs. He said that the people that he worked for always promised him a permanent job, but that once the heavy lifting was done, they found that they no longer needed him.
At this church that I went to, you are allowed to get a bag of food three times a year. The security guard, and the lady in the pantry, the only folks I interacted with there, were very pleasant. I gave the lady in the pantry a big hug when she handed me my bad of food.
When you get an unemployment check, they do not give you any warning as to when the benefits will end. I got a check on Wednesday, and, on Friday, I got a letter saying that's it, you are done, your benefits have been exhausted. Try as I might, I was not able to save any money while getting unemployment, unless you call $88 savings!
I am super thankful to have my rent money for this month. The food that I got from this church, and the food that I will get today from an Assistance Group will assure that I eat until my Food Stamps come in.
Living as I do, is a lesson in humility. I have so many people to thank for letting me live as a writer, and to live with my disability.
Last night's storm knocked out my internet. A kind of helpless, hopeless feeling invades me when I can't get on the internet. I am an internet addict, strung out on all the beauty that it has to offer me. As a writer, I am handicapped without the internet.
The sites that I write on are on the internet, The Bold and Spicy News, and WorldwideHippies.com, Facebook, and Blogger.com, the site, where I rough out all my material, are on the internet. The two or three people who read me are on the internet. I operate in a lonely vacuum without the internet. What sucks today, is that one of my phones operates via the internet, and the charger to the other one has been eaten through by my cat Jaggar. Maybe I don't feed him enough, or maybe he doesn't like me making phone calls, but I won't be able to call the cable company from home.
Anyway, I have learned to look at There was a wicked storm during the night, which, of course, sent Morisson into the bed with me. Henry used Morisson's presence on the mattress next to me as his excuse to make his assent on to the bed. The great Great Dane put his head on the pillows next to me, and went to sleep like a pro; like an animal who is used to cohabiting a bed with humans, and feels that he has a right to be in their beds with them.
Both dogs slept very quietly, which is rare for Morisson during storms. Usually when there is thunder, and lightening, during the night, he shakes violently, and spends his bed time trying to bury his nose into one of my hands. Maybe the presence of Henry, in the bed, gave Mo a kind of strength that he does not get from me during these, for him, trying times.
Speaking of trying times, I spent time, yesterday, in a line outside a church with other men, and women, who were waiting to get a bag of food, and other assistance. Trent was the name of the guy in front of me in line. He was out of work, and, worse, out of money for a Marta card, so that he could make it to interviews that he set up on the phone with temporary agencies. Trent had a long history of working temporary jobs. He said that the people that he worked for always promised him a permanent job, but that once the heavy lifting was done, they found that they no longer needed him.
At this church that I went to, you are allowed to get a bag of food three times a year. The security guard, and the lady in the pantry, the only folks I interacted with there, were very pleasant. I gave the lady in the pantry a big hug when she handed me my bad of food.
When you get an unemployment check, they do not give you any warning as to when the benefits will end. I got a check on Wednesday, and, on Friday, I got a letter saying that's it, you are done, your benefits have been exhausted. Try as I might, I was not able to save any money while getting unemployment, unless you call $88 savings!
I am super thankful to have my rent money for this month. The food that I got from this church, and the food that I will get today from an Assistance Group will assure that I eat until my Food Stamps come in.
Living as I do, is a lesson in humility. I have so many people to thank for letting me live as a writer, and to live with my disability.
Last night's storm knocked out my internet. A kind of helpless, hopeless feeling invades me when I can't get on the internet. I am an internet addict, strung out on all the beauty that it has to offer me. As a writer, I am handicapped without the internet.
The sites that I write on are on the internet, The Bold and Spicy News, and WorldwideHippies.com, and Blogger.com where I rough all my material out are on the internet. The two or three people who read me are on the internet. I operate in a lonely vacuum without the internet. What sucks today, is that one of my phones operates via the internet, and the charger to the other one has been eaten through by my cat Jaggar. Maybe I don't feed him enough, or maybe he doesn't like me making phone calls, but I won't be able to call the cable company from home.
Anyway, I have learned to look at things such as standing in line for food, and not having the internet as life. As long as I am breathing, I am blessed. I have eaten in five star restaurants, it was nice, but I don't really see the point of it. I am happy with a can of ravioli for dinner, but, please, cable company get my internet back on!
There was a man standing in front of me outside the church who was impolite to the other people standing in line outside the church door, and when he got inside, was impolite to the security guard working inside the church; so much so that I thought that he was headed for jail, instead of to the pantry door to get a bag of food.
Some people are grateful for the assistance the they get when they are down and out,
and some are not.
------------------------------------------
All pictures in this Daily K are from a musical event thrown monthly, during the warmer months by Andy and Kimmy Sue Shaughnessy at their house in Decatur. If you click on this link you will find a nice story about the event.
http://northdruidhills.patch.com/articles/north-druid-hills-couple-rocks-out-in-their-backyard
Sunday, April 3, 2011
It's a brilliant day. I was up early because three of the four dogs that are living in this very small apartment, right now, were ready to hit the facilities outside. Anna, a great Great Dane dame, who is 9 1/2 years old, slept in a little bit. I put a leash on Dylan; he has started to wander a bit from our front yard, before doing his thing. Morisson, I am hardly aware of, with so many dogs about, because he is such a good dog; he does his thing without causing any trouble. All Mo wants is attention, to be fed twice a day, and as many snacks as you will feed him. Henry, the two year old Great Dane, is getting better and better to be with in a small space: he is learning the rules!!
Unemployment cut my checks off without any warning, and I find myself trying to pay all my bills, and eat with $88 dollars. For some reason, I am not freaking out; I know that with faith, and effort all things work out. I may have just picked up another dog walking/sitting gig, yesterday; for another Great Dane, no less, and I have a line on a phone job. In the short run, I have started doing an online search for food sources, and utility assistance. It is an interesting process. One church will deliver you a box of food on Saturdays. Deliver! And the delivery comes with a free bible! Is there not a cost of some sort associated with most things?!
I am off for a looooong dog walk. The dogs love to walk, and so do I. I hope that you have a great day.
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Unemployment cut my checks off without any warning, and I find myself trying to pay all my bills, and eat with $88 dollars. For some reason, I am not freaking out; I know that with faith, and effort all things work out. I may have just picked up another dog walking/sitting gig, yesterday; for another Great Dane, no less, and I have a line on a phone job. In the short run, I have started doing an online search for food sources, and utility assistance. It is an interesting process. One church will deliver you a box of food on Saturdays. Deliver! And the delivery comes with a free bible! Is there not a cost of some sort associated with most things?!
I am off for a looooong dog walk. The dogs love to walk, and so do I. I hope that you have a great day.
PS This is a great time to buy a Mikel K Book, or to donate to The Daily K tip jar.
Buy a book: http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
Donate to The Daily K: www.mikelk.com
Saturday, April 2, 2011
Morisson, and Bundy, are tired from their long walk in The Park, today. I am tired, also. Henry is a very large bundle to walk for a long distance. Morisson was in the mood to pull me about, today, also: he wanted to meet every dog in the park, today, when, usually, he minds his own business. Usually, he walks with Dylan, and not Henry; maybe that had something to do with it. I am going to get a pole dancing lesson, tonight, and the event is supposed to be videotaped, and put up on You Tube. Should I bring a garter belt?
Friday, April 1, 2011
50 Daily K
Yesterday, I met a man who had killed a man. I was having coffee with a friend, and this man walked up to our table pushing a shopping cart full to the brim with blankets, and other things essential for life on the road.
He said that his name was Bobby, and he started to talk a lot about himself. I think that he had had a drink, or two, but he was not belligerent; he was polite, and respectful. I asked him what it was like living on the streets, and he said that it wasn't too bad. I asked him how he protected his all the things that he had in his cart, and he pointed to a large baseball bat like piece of lumber at the corner of the shopping cart. It was then that he told me that he had killed a man. The man had pulled a knife on him, Bobby said, but the state that he was living in at the time didn't care about that; they put him in the penitentiary for 20 years.
I couldn't help but wonder if alcohol was involved in the death, if Bobby had not been drinking when he pulled the trigger. Bobby wandered off with his shopping cart before I got the chance to ask him. There is a saying in recovery circles that goes, "There but for the grace of God go I." I was very drunk, for a very long time, and operated in blackouts for many years. I thank my higher power that I never killed anyone. Bobby was full of regret for what he had done, a sincere regret for having taking the life of another man. You never know who you will bump into having coffee on a patio in Atlanta, Ga. I thank the Lord that I, and you, are alive. It is our greatest gift.
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I don't think Hank done it this way
Really it is hard to get off the beaten path
Even those of us who claim that we are original
have influences that we may not even be aware of
If I wear a dress to a business meeting
where everyone else is wearing suits
someone has probably already done that before.
Good thing that I don't own a dress
and have no business meetings to go to.
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He has established a horrible pattern
with her, and she will accept that
and it will get worse. I mean, it is
none of my business, but I have been
around the block a time or two. Advice
is mostly free, and we all know that
the only things worth having are those
that we paid for. The dogs are begging
to go outside.
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I guess I'm as dumb as I always was
I expected because you were all dressed up
that you would have changed your ways
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Oil
I'm a soldier in your army.
Tell me who to kill now.
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Lit Up
I got mad because my name wasn't up in lights
I failed to see the glint in your eyes.
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The times have never been better
The times have never been better than now
The food stamps don't quite feed me
The disability check doesn't quite pay the rent
They fired me but the government said
I should get a check for being unemployed
Nobody is breathing down my neck
nobody is causing me to be annoyed
My time is my own
though they might cut off the phone, any day now
I am being what I want to be
the words come freely from this pen
I'll never follow someone else's dreams, again.
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Covered in blood and puke
I never made it to the penitentiary
but I've spent many lonely nights
curled up on a jail cell floor.
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All words by K
Yesterday, I met a man who had killed a man. I was having coffee with a friend, and this man walked up to our table pushing a shopping cart full to the brim with blankets, and other things essential for life on the road.
He said that his name was Bobby, and he started to talk a lot about himself. I think that he had had a drink, or two, but he was not belligerent; he was polite, and respectful. I asked him what it was like living on the streets, and he said that it wasn't too bad. I asked him how he protected his all the things that he had in his cart, and he pointed to a large baseball bat like piece of lumber at the corner of the shopping cart. It was then that he told me that he had killed a man. The man had pulled a knife on him, Bobby said, but the state that he was living in at the time didn't care about that; they put him in the penitentiary for 20 years.
I couldn't help but wonder if alcohol was involved in the death, if Bobby had not been drinking when he pulled the trigger. Bobby wandered off with his shopping cart before I got the chance to ask him. There is a saying in recovery circles that goes, "There but for the grace of God go I." I was very drunk, for a very long time, and operated in blackouts for many years. I thank my higher power that I never killed anyone. Bobby was full of regret for what he had done, a sincere regret for having taking the life of another man. You never know who you will bump into having coffee on a patio in Atlanta, Ga. I thank the Lord that I, and you, are alive. It is our greatest gift.
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I don't think Hank done it this way
Really it is hard to get off the beaten path
Even those of us who claim that we are original
have influences that we may not even be aware of
If I wear a dress to a business meeting
where everyone else is wearing suits
someone has probably already done that before.
Good thing that I don't own a dress
and have no business meetings to go to.
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He has established a horrible pattern
with her, and she will accept that
and it will get worse. I mean, it is
none of my business, but I have been
around the block a time or two. Advice
is mostly free, and we all know that
the only things worth having are those
that we paid for. The dogs are begging
to go outside.
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I guess I'm as dumb as I always was
I expected because you were all dressed up
that you would have changed your ways
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Oil
I'm a soldier in your army.
Tell me who to kill now.
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Lit Up
I got mad because my name wasn't up in lights
I failed to see the glint in your eyes.
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The times have never been better
The times have never been better than now
The food stamps don't quite feed me
The disability check doesn't quite pay the rent
They fired me but the government said
I should get a check for being unemployed
Nobody is breathing down my neck
nobody is causing me to be annoyed
My time is my own
though they might cut off the phone, any day now
I am being what I want to be
the words come freely from this pen
I'll never follow someone else's dreams, again.
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Covered in blood and puke
I never made it to the penitentiary
but I've spent many lonely nights
curled up on a jail cell floor.
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All words by K
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