Today's timericks.

 

The age of applesauce is here/there's no more steak for me, I fear/Soda crackers are but scant/comfort for no fried eggplant/Schlag and chocolate cake recede/from my plate with cheerless speed/What good are teeth remaining firm/if all I munch on is wheat germ?

Who says a toxic workplace/is bad for staff morale/I've never liked my bosses/to think they were my pal/I like to have my grudges/whenever I'm at work/I get more done when knowing/that everyone's a jerk/If you want easy living/a beach bum you should be/Don't work for corporations/sans animosity.

When hedge funds buy a newspaper/ reporters mourn in droves/They know they'll soon be out of work/to beg for daily loaves/The newsroom will be gutted/and the coverage will shrink/until real news becomes as rare/as the missing link/As long as hedge funds make a profit/for their old stockholders/no one cares if local news/ turns around and moulders.

Be reconciled to God

 

Be reconciled to Christ, and know that He is all

that ever we will need to triumph 'gainst the Fall.

The world's a masquerade; the devil leads the dance --

change partners while you can, your safety to enhance! 

Today's timericks.

 

I cannot help but thinking God/when looking at the Earth feels odd/He had such high hopes for mankind/But now he's seen how we've declined/He just may end the honeymoon/and start all over on Neptune.

Saint Peter at the Pearly Gates/is in some awful dire straits/Rush Limbaugh wants to enter quick/before the devil gets his pick/Conservatives upon their cloud/cheer for Limbaugh long and loud/But Mr. Scratch has prior claim/and wants Rush for his Hall of Fame/To avoid all objurgation/they'd better try reincarnation . . . 

North Korean hackers/stealing money left and right/for their starving people/makes an edifying sight/Patriotic bandits/Kim Jong-un will likely pay/by taking all the moolah/and then shooting them as prey.

My witness is in heaven.

 

The witness is in heaven/the witness is on earth/the witness of the Savior/is given all at birth/His light is everlasting and reaches ev'ry soul/and those who will receive him/are finally made whole.

Today's Dirty Verses.

 

Dirty verses are not written/by those with a conscience smitten/Dreck like that is better left/to those whose morals are bereft/I will never write such reek/(my libido is way too weak.)

From Pizzagate to QAnon is not a lengthy distance/if you have convinced yourself of Peter Pan's existence/Scamper down the rabbit hole to sniff out all the treason/then join the happy throng that's already lost their reason!

So-called Christians who reject/vaccinations as suspect/and against the Bible's will/must to God seem like a pill/He provides us cures to ease/ills, which some do treat like sleaze/Perhaps another Flood would aid/in making them less renegade. 

For out of Zion shall go forth the law

 

The law of Zion spreading wide

shall tear down unjust rules and pride.

So once again Edenic views

will surely all the earth infuse.

Then mountains ring with promise sweet

that Zion's rule parts chaff from wheat!

Today's Timericks.

 

George and Abe sell mattresses/upon this holiday/Auto loans are offered/in their patriotic way/Americans are shopping/to show they won't forget/great presidents by going/so darn deeply into debt!

No place there is like home sweet home/for terrorists to grimly roam/born and bred in USA/they lust to kill us every day/they carry guns and don't wear mask/and shoot you if you dare to ask/just why they hate their own country/to them it's all conspiracy.

I'm the Dali Lama, though I do not like to boast/That other guy I leave alone; he's just a whipping post/I was chosen as a child by monastery staff/but when I learned what it entailed/I sat right back and laughed/Who needs that kind of pressure or the expectations great/People either love you or, if Chinese, really hate/I abdicated quickly and became a dharma bum/I never have regretted living my life so humdrum.

Make me not a ruler of the people

 

Make me not a ruler over men, but just my heart.

So I can have the power to begin a brand new start.

Elected or hereditary, power in my hand

without the Savior in my life leads to a desert land.

Mercy, grace, and justice, are not mine to take or give;

the Lord alone administers the way I ought to live.

Today's Timericks.

 

I love a hard boiled egg or two/the problem is what do I do/to peel the shells without mishap/I always turn 'em into scrap/the shell and egg so intermixed/that enjoyment sure is nixed/Guess I'll fry 'em up instead/and let cholesterol strike me dead.

Republicans have good digestion/they can swallow garbage ripe/but their innards couldn't handle/Donald Trump's decaying tripe/Some now are regurgitating/all his poisonous baloney/willing to put up with colleagues/nascent acrimony. 

A poet's life is awful sweet/if you ignore the balance sheet/My reputation may improve/but not my money market groove/My idle verses gather moss/but what care I -- I have no boss/My only goal is someday that/I'll pen a new "Casey at the Bat."  

Beauty for ashes.

 

Beauty for ashes is what you can gain

by following God and not thinking it vain.

His followers know that the clinkers won't last;

that only the Lord will help them to get past

to beauty and wonder and all that is right

with daily repentance and daily delight.