a fox and a hare
race for winter's survival—
the fox leaves hungry
Tag: life
Repeat
I guess every town in America has one. Heck, maybe even every town in the world. You know what I'm talking about. The cruising loop. The place every teenager goes to see, and be seen by, anyone that counts.
Even Wakenda, Missouri with its population of 150 people had one. Of course, with its 5 streets that ran north and south and another 5 that ran east and west, (if you were generous with what qualified as a street) it was a little harder to define it as cruising the loop.
Cruising Wakenda was more suited for using one's feet or a bicycle than a car. Fortunately, since walking didn't cost more money than what I had in my pockets, for me that was never a problem.
Wakenda, Missouri in the late 1960's and early 70's was a pretty small town with not too many places where one could "hang out". We had the drive that circled the elementary school, Womack's Garage, the grain elevators, and the alley behind the pig lot was just about the extent of it.
But sometime, when one of my older brothers felt generous, I was invited to ride along to the big-time cruising in Carrollton. Where we drove the loop past the Dog-N-Suds, over the railroad pass, around the roller rink, up to the park, around the square and down the hill to Bruce's Burger Bar. Pretty much, the same thing, except now, I had to help pay for gas.
cavemen on dinos
from tar pit to volcano
cruisin' on Friday night
By the Tome I Got There
It's the sad truth. Look through any family photo album and you'll find a bazillion pictures of the first born child. Their first haircut, first lost tooth, first Christmas or first time pooping in the potty chair. But with each child born, the amount of photos begin to dwindle. Until that last child almost becomes invisible. It's not our fault, they say repetition stifles imagination.
So, being the next to the youngest in my family of 15. I grew up in the shadows of my brothers and sisters. It's like my entire life was an afterthought. At family gatherings, the conversations would always center around tales of—do you remember that time—like I was suppose to know what went on fifeteen years before I was born.
I wore clothes that were not mine but leftovers from some one elses lifetime. When I looked through the family photo albums all I saw were faces of children I never knew. Even my parents were worn down shells of those frolicking thirty somethings I saw in those pictures.
from isn't that too cute
to eh been there and done that—
first born versus last
Rabble Rally
Come on all you true faithful
maga trumpateers
you must gather round closely
so you can clearly hear
I don't care if you have to
tell lies, steal or cheat
Make sure we have enough votes
so we won't be beat
Cause the mid-terms are coming
they’re not far away
and if we lose to the dems
there'll be hell to pay
You know what will happen if
their victory is reached
they will unredact those files
and I'll get my ass impeached
And all the maga's sing
woo-u-wee—woo-u-wee
I don't care if you're a
dictator wannabe
I'd still give you my vote
cause you're the king for me
even after they slam the doors
of your penitentiary
We can redraw the district
no voting by mail
take those who stand against me
and throw them in jail
If all that still won't work
tell you what I'll do
I'll send the National Guard
to any city that's blue
I've got my new Gestapo
sorry I mean ICE
they'll stand next to the poll booth
they'll check their list twice
If you don't have the right skin
we'll haul you away
don't care if you are a citizen
that's where you're gonna stay
And all the magas sing
woo-u-wee—woo-u-wee
I don't care if you're a
dictator wannabe
I'd still give you my vote
cause you're the king for me
even after they slam the doors
of your penitentiary
I'll pull all the funding for
the old, sick and poor
use all of the money for my
east wing palace door
They'll forget about Epstein
after I start a couple wars
I'll declare national emergency
and put an end to democracy for sure
With all the maga's still singing
woo-u-wee—woo-u-wee
I don't care if you're a
dictator wannabe
I'd still give you my vote
cause you're the king for me
even after they slam the doors
of your penitentiary
If that don't work out
you know I still have a plan
I will just proclaim to be king of
Venezuela and Greenland
Jerry Brotherton 