Football is back in the NFL,
Quenching a thirst in a sports dry spell.
Big Ten brought back their guns,
Returning football next month.
Trump v. Biden has been floated to Rogan
While the Taylor’s were paid for Breonna’s murder.
All of these things came and they went
Throughout the week that much the time spent
Wondering with whom TikTok would fall
Only to find there’d be no TikTok at all.
In Memorium
7.6.20 – Composing a Farewell Song
Once Upon a Time in America,
There was a composer named Morricone.
He wrote and he sweat,
Succeeded, and yet,
Didn’t win Oscar until 2016.
He wrote for cowboys in spaghetti
And cowboys in the winter
Until today,
When he wrote his own farewell song.
6.15.20 – Burgers and Bullets
The Wendy’s went up in flames
After Brooks went down with holes
After police staked their claim
On another martyred soul.
6.5.20 – Banana and Mayonnaise
George Floyd was memorialized
As a martyr and a man
Who liked mayo with his bananas.
5.29.20 – Thy Whiter Jubilee!
O’ beautiful for dark gray skies,
For bloody clothes are stained,
From the climb upon the mountaintop
Above the amber waves of grain!
America! America!
We see and finally see
Ye unsheathe your sword with quickened haste,
To hate those that do not look like me.
What’s happening across the country, and especially in Minneapolis, should be alarming to everyone. There is no reason George Floyd or Breonna Taylor or any of the many other Black lives should be dead right now.
5.11.20 – Ode to a Jewish Comic
My sides ache, and a chuckling numbness paints
My face due to a yelling Jerry Stiller.
I howl with laughter at the Zoolander agent’s name:
Maury Ballstein. The name alone a painkiller
For the news of Jerry’s death of natural causes,
Though the strength is not enough to soften
The hurt from losing Festivus.
God grant me Serenity Now to bear these losses
Of the laughter he’d give so often.
Rest in peace, from the rest of us.
This Is Just to Say 