Lift up your head and bow down no more.
The Lord in his mercy has settled the score.
What once was a wasteland, scattered and gone
by foolish actions now thrives with the dawn.
Fountains of honey and milk do await
those who believe God alone is all great.
When you have the Holy Ghost,
When it sits upon your heart,
You will feel a warmth unknown
to the carnal and upstart.
Seek this gift beyond all measure,
disregarding other treasure,
and your days will all be blessed
until you enter God's own rest.
Thomas K. Plofchan ran away from home
at the the age of fifteen.
He made his way to a West Virginia
coal mine, where he worked as an
underground mechanic for six years.
Then he joined the Army and
served with distinction in Afghanistan.
He was honorably discharged in 2016,
and somehow wangled his way
into law school.
He passed the Bar in 2019.
Now he was sitting here
in front of me,
smoking a meerschaum pipe,
while I interrogated him.
I shuffled through his file
one more time, while I gathered
my thoughts.
"You have quite an impressive record"
I told him.
"No comment" was all he would reply.
"Do you know why you're here?" I asked him.
"No comment"
"And that you face a minimum of twenty years
in a maximum security prison if found guilty?" I
rasped harshly. I was getting sick of his lack
of cooperation.
He needed to know I could do more
than just polish truncheons.
"My mouth and my stomach are
disconnected" he finally said.
"What?" I asked him.
"My mouth feels hungry even
when my stomach is full" he continued.
"Are you trying to obfuscate things?"
I asked him sternly.
He leaped out of his chair like a madman.
"There! I knew it!" he exclaimed.
"With that kind of a vocabulary
You're no more a barbarian than I am."
I tried to hide my blushes, but couldn't.
"Why, thank you" I said. "No one has said
anything so kind to me in years."
"You're just the kind of person we can use in our organization"
he whispered to me in small fonts.
"How so?" I asked him, in the same manner.
Once he explained things to me I began to see how mistaken
my unquestioning obedience to the state had been.
So I helped him escape.
We fled in an unmarked Agency car.
With my help, Plofchan's group was able
to hack into Lego's data base --
so the next time we march on the Capital,
it will be behind an impenetrable wall
of interlocking plastic bricks.
THEN we'll see who laughs last . . .
When life is dull and dingy
in all of your affairs,
just sit right down and holler
loud to everyone: "Who cares!'
You will feel so much better
that capers you will cut,
and then you'll start to order
cheap kitsch from Fingerhut!
President Biden plans to warn Friday that “democratic progress is under assault” in many parts of the world, including the United States and Europe, in a major address to the Munich Security Conference as part of a morning focused heavily on foreign policy. (WaPo)
The democratic process is in danger of decline/as fewer countries find it fit to tow that blessed line/Giving orders, gagging speech -- so cheap and simple, too/Leaders turn to gangsters for some sneaky jujitsu/and thus another government goes down the old cesspool/as the people mourn beneath their damn Lords of Misrule.
One night in Cancun was all that it took/to show that Ted Cruz was just a big schnook/His neighbors were freezing, with no power grid/while Teddy sipped rum and then dined on fried squid/When Senators know that their district's in peril/they head someplace warm with their tropic apparel.
God loves a cheerful giver;
He blesses those who cede
of their earthly bounty
to those who are in need.
There is no secret to it;
just smile and give away
more than you think prudent,
and happy you will stay!
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 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!
