by Sue Clancy
I have bought 200 Brillo pads and 499 tea bags.I ate one thinking it was a bun.So that’s why I am losing weight.
I bought all these online because I had an accident and could not go out.Anyway,I burned my best pan made of copper last night so am hoping the Brillo will clean it.That is 10 pans I have wrecked since becoming a widow.And broken many pieces of china that were wedding presents [not on purpose]
I suppose I must be going to break something so better a bowl or a cup than my bones.
My husband used to burn pans and I used to explain that I always put water into a pan as soon as I remove the food.So it seems I am continuing his misdemeanors by not doing this myself
I had shingles recently and I feel tired so I sit next to my packet of mini aspirins all day feeling too idle to get an aspirin out.Still it proves I don’t really need them.
If the doorbell rings, I don’t feel like bothering to get up to see who it is.I’ll have to buy a pillar to live on.Like those hermits in long gone days.
Could I get to sleep on a pillar.How big were they?
I lose myself in desolate despair
The silence seems to hiss as I sit here
I find no consolation anywhere.
I hear priests and rabbis talk of care
But what do men know of a woman’s fear?
I lose myself in desolate despair
Yet with my holy spirit I will dare
To travel in grey deserts where men jeer
I have found no consolation ,not so far
In human lives these passages occur
Where owls hoot and black trees bend down to leer
When we lose ourself in desolate despair
I have dwelled here and I’m well prepared
Yet panic strikes me and I cannot steer
I’ve found suffering ‘s better not deferred
Even God is deaf and I’m in tears
Yet struggling in lost worlds, I know love’s near
I find myself in desolate despair
I want no consolation nor false cheer.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/learn/glossary-terms/lyric
He’s gonna ban the Dow Jones average
Be it median,mode or mean
And please never mention Beveridge
Good works make oranges scream.
I guess hair dye is selling well
It will boost the USA
Of course we surely cannot tell
He could have bought his hair on E bay
Sadness fills me,overcomes
For women will date evil men
But if I was a starving Mum
I’d do the same as them
Original sin forgotten now
We are all very good at heart
As Adam pulls his heavy plough
Eve’s labour pains will start.
The sin is in society
We learn in with our tongue
And maintaining true sobriety
We equate the left with the wrong
Free health care is socialist
And we know who invented that
Jesus with his corrosive says
Got his bloody care on the Cross.
Oh, damned world, we’re unredeemed
God was an optimist
Omniscience fooled by human schemes
Now with the dust God is tossed
Ground into fine particles
Beaten with stones,bricks and rods
Evil is surely anarchical
Buy your own compost of God.
Now it’s God who needs saving
And what man is up to the job?
Leaders are feeble or raving
As platitudes tortured they lob.
Women lie down with the monsters
Blinded by poverty cruel
If you are a Charity Sponsor
At least give Satan a duel
Note: mean,mode and median are different ways of calculating an average or middle point in numerical data.I don’t know which one is used in the Dow Jones as there is also a geometric mean
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dow_Jones_Industrial_Average