Dyeing for a Living
There was a man who dyed
for a living
Dyeing for people
he waited on their giving.
One day he died
and dyed no more he could
And was buried in a box of black dyed wood.
Language Switch
Download and upload each a technology name
Off load and unload once were spoken of our cane
Recycle bin was
unheard of but we had a trashcan
Hard drive will
not get you to town but try a ZR van.
That Hair Thing
A round-up might
having a square back mean,
An all off could
very well be a head shaved clean
“Dread locks” doesn’t
mean securing one’s home
And plaited hair
is not a style for women alone.
TV
TV: torn vest, tek vision, tall vase
Trapped in violence, mind in a daze
Sexually promiscuous, all in a craze
Tantalizing, fantasizing, stuck in a maze.
Stewart Russell © 2012
Galvanize and
Truanting
Truanting on de
house top between de gabled roof
Tinking up a lie
to tell to make it sound like troof.
Galvanize hot fuh
days, muh feet burning just like hell,
Galvanized into
action when uh hear de school bell.
Past Time
Past time, time past, all is time,
So much to do can’t steal a ‘lime’.
Clock ticking
away, away ticking clock!
Trying to make a living on this little rock.
Boxing
Box in, box out, box in de ‘mout’,
Box cover open,
words drop out.
Mama was quick to see de ‘pout’,
Fist landed right
below de snout.
What Absurdities!
Train running on square
wheels with a silent sound,
Sitting
passengers standing and walking around,
Twelve o’clock at
midnight in the hot midday sun,
Pray tell me how could such foolishness still be done?
Stewart Russell © 2012
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