Spit it up. Gross.
Cough it up. Viruses.
Sing it out. A dirge?
Write it. I’ll try…
Another day older and
deeper in debt…made it
to the new year! A new
chance to remedy old
wrongs? Climate change
and the Supreme Court?
Book banning and Desantis?
Hey hey, Ho ho….Lethal
greed has got to go! Nan 1-1-23
I found the following in an old journal. Hope I never shared it. Trash it if I did and you remember it:
FOR THE HUMORISTS
Is a sense of humor catching
or does it come with the genes?
When did you start laughing,
and did you ever stop?
Do you ever laugh out loud reading
or made a blooming mess?
In secret do you find dark humor funny
or had to leave a meeting due to
giggles ill repressed? Or maybe felt
the laughter healing in the belly,
reassured that you’re onto
a good thing: you!
Do blacks laugh more than whites?
Seems they maybe do–black women, solid
underneath. I remember Georgia, black sitter
for us kids, who laughed and laughed
at Arthur Godfrey and all the little Godfreys.
Warm and cheery, she laughed until
her husband died, then left, unable to repay
my father’s small loan.
I hope she’s out there somewhere, a laughing
up a storm with humor ever deeper than the tears.
If humor’s a defense, Hail Mary
All my bases are covered.
Nan – reworked a little 1-1-23