Morning all
Well Tinnitus was pain yesterday
I'm in the land of the living now
I dug out an old keyboard but it feels right
smooth island keys
ask any writer or data inputter
a keyboard makes a big difference
its a bit like stroking the legs of a lover
I'll leave that thought with you
NOW
I did think of Lenny Bruce while I was in bed too
Strange bedfellows
I even had an idea that made me smile
I could write the most graphic and profane piece ever
Though I leave blanks for you all
you have to crayon in the words for yourselves
I could also record or auto record the piece
But it would get banned without even being read/heard
The BBC actually banned a piece of mine from a website
Yes Really
Why
Because the tag line said"and send me 10 dollars"
So I was accused of Soliciting Money
MORONS
Read Internet story, I think that was the title
it's somewhere on my 4 sites
This is the Main one, and Wordpress has the most Translations on
The other 2 are backups
I'm enjoying this keyboard, the feel is so smooth
Not as much fun as stroking a lover
But I'll leave that to your imagination again, and again and again
I'm glad I switched keyboards this is so good
I'm having a When Harry met Sally moment
Pink is singing behind me too on the smart speaker
She is such a great singer For Now is the song
SO Lenny Bruce was inked with me, him and his spiders
I thought of an entire riff, so go BLANK BLANK yourself
I laughed aloud in my Tinnitus bed
And Tinnitus hissed back like Muttley
So I may write that up, or maybe not
That' the strange thing with Writers' Minds, or maybe it's just me
Pete But whatever his name is got in on a story yesterday
I was just saying but, when But whatever his name is sprung to mind
Him and his bicycle, so I just followed the chain of thought
That's why he ended up in drag at a Cabinet meeting
Blame Dr Jill climbing the Hill with a pail of water
I'm like the Donald, but without the drugs, he should be taking
I could go off on another riff, but why give him any more publicity
Which brings me to OBAMA, in Chicago
Now it's Easter, time of forgiveness and loving thy neighbour
No, I don't mean stroking legs and pretending it's a keyboard either
What I'm on, on about, is what is the Easter message
It's Hope and Love and should be bigger than Christmas
though folks think Christianity is Christmas
The theologians amongst you can discuss that
If you are not playing with your keyboards
So what does Pierre mean
Pierre means Rock in French
So Saint Peter was the Rock the church was founded on
Simple
Now is a church, a faith a collection of beautiful buildings
and Art and Priests and Buildings going back 2000 years?
Or is it a collection of rocks?
Yes its a collection of Pierres, people
A church is a people
Not a mega church where the "priest" is a millionaire
and flaunts it, but slams the door shut when a natural disaster happens
The church, any church is a collection of Pierres
So OBAMA, I'm talking to you, there is money in the kitty
Private money for your library
So here's an idea
Rather than put rocks on rocks for a Library
Have a collection of Pierres instead
Have the Rhodes scholars for 2021 onwards
Don't waste time defining Rhodes etc
Let there be the Obama Scholarships
Post Covid the world needs Pierres not rocks
So, I'll give tell you what Lenny Bruce would say
BLANK BLANK BLANK BLANK
Help kids get an education, start a business
Use the money in the kitty for that
Is it $400,000,000 dollars?
Build Minds not Buildings
You are Obama and on this rock, build minds and businesses first
Because of You is playing is playing on the smart speaker
So Smart Speaker, that's you Obama, let people say, Because of YOU
They got some education, they started a business
This is a mustard seed I'm sending you
We had the "Trump University"
Now you can do something for real, that will really make a difference
Build Minds, leave rocks for later, if at all
A building may last 100 years, but an idea?
You are Pierre
Now do something, or will Lenny Bruce have to reveal
that you BLANK BLANK BLANK
is that physically possible
I am impressed
Now impress Chicago for real
Michael Casey
the fat silver haired writer in shades from Birmingham England
p.s. if you bump into Pete But whatever his name is, tell him Birmingham is
NOT in Alabama, he's such a card, now play with the deck I've giving you.
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