“Boo Hoo” is what I call a vent poem. When written, I was an Elementary Principal, I had the day from hell: hate emails, complaining teachers, and unreasonable parents. I was at the end of my rope, so I sat down to write and it all spewed out, just as you see without any revisions.
you no good mother fuckers
sons of bitches,
all the way home.
Wake up, I say!
Stop the sniveling-
suck it up
or I just might go
violent on your ass.
l’ll give you
something to cry about!
You want to cry?
Cry about the cancer–
infesting a family times 3…mother, father, and man’s best friend;
multiple homes swept off foundations,
bloated stomach of a malnourished child,
death of a loved one yesterday or long ago;
a druggie’s last hit,
in the clinker for grand theft.
No job for two years
despite five applications a day.
That’s something to cry about!
Stop the petty-
petty grumbles and pointless gossip;
clock that didn’t fall back,
really? too small a font for your squinty eyes
fire drill bucking your cherished schedule
a whopping 10 minutes
I don’t do basketball at recess.
You no good mother fuckers,
In poker, each player has a table image. Some based on how one plays such as tight-aggressive or loose-passive, while others are established by personality or physical appearance. Perhaps the perfect formula is a combination of all three. As a relative newbie to the game and a female at that, I’m constantly in the mode of analyzing my competition. At the same time, I’m becoming more and more aware of my own actions and appearance. This reflection has evolved into a guiding force for decisions made at the table and how I react to random distractions or intentional antics.
Take for example, a night I played 3/6 limit at the Grand Sierra. An elderly man joined the table at about 12:30am and occupied seat three. In a gentlemanly way, he gave a nod to the players at the table along with a “good evening.” With the nod, we observers couldn’t help but notice the stark white cap with brown bubble lettering perched atop his head that read, “If there’s TITS or TIRES, There’ll be Problems.” Now, that’s quite the bold hat to wear at the table! The oddity was the image of the hat contrasting with the conservative looking man – western style button up shirt, tightly groomed wax-tipped curled mustache, and quiet demeanor. There were a few quick comments– “Takes some balls to wear a hat like that!” and “Where did you find such a hat?” The man’s response, “What’s the big deal? It’s just a hat.” Indeed. Read More »
Paper or plastic? After developing my grocery list for the week, scanning ads for best prices, clipping coupons, and strolling down multiple aisles of the store, really, I don’t care; just bag my damn groceries!
Why is it that I must deal with this environmental question while standing in the checkout line? My days are filled with endless decisions. The last thing I need when I’m exhausted and eager to get home is a question of controversy and at the market no less. Not long ago shopping meant one choice and one choice only—paper. Nice, sturdy bags that held their shape and could endure use after use. In fact, some stores offered a five-cent credit for each bag you brought to reuse, which the budget minded took advantage of. Read More »