We are all genes of one pool.

We are all thoughts of one school.

Science Fiction 'tis an oxymoron

there's no fiction in scientifically

fake prose writing's all the same

when make up just call it fiction


Fiction plays invented or untrue

sees imaginary people or events 

bibles fit the fiction descriptions

each non-fiction fact represents

Oh, 'tis so good when the pension comes!

amount's meager yet enough to eats well

'pon free money comes entitlement poop,

but I don't want too much far as I can tell

I'd like one more plate

Piled up a mile high

One meal fit for gods

On thrones in the sky


I'd like one more go

Cranked up all the way

One ride in the sun

On waves of the day


I'd like one more round

Filled up to the top

One drink for the road

Before the last stop

Beware the leeches, they believe they belong

there isn't a status quo 'til they've cum along

they latch on with a joyful pit bull obeisance

sing loyal lords and ladies bloodsucker song

We know what mistakes we made

we see humor in owning blunders,

we know where goodhearted lives

love kind and courageous asunder

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho

It's off to write we go

It's what we like to do

Good words from me to you


Heigh-ho, heigh-ho

It's off to death we go

It's but a dream, who knew?

Good works from bards times two

Okay, I feel your pain!

see it swear this time,

as everything missed

t'were ahead of mine!

Write, write, write to your heart's content

The poems that give us one last laugh

Pen, pen, pen on in the eyeblinks

These words and thoughts our epitaph

As a twin sometimes

I feel like half or half!


As a twin every time

oh, I just gotta laugh!

Pay no attention to the poet behind the oil can

His pail of rusty words are not an aside to others

He hath not the heart nor brains nor courage to admonish

The toom tins last straws and puddy cat claws of his brothers


Pay no attention to the do-good wizardly rhymester

His keyboard clicks are not meant to take away one's thunder

He dwells not in the misty mist nor dusky dusk of blame

But peeks from behind the curtain with fond seventh wonder

I'm not the King but I'm smiling at acceptance,

I'm not a jury yet I deliberate my own opinions

I've no verdict scowl or high-hatted judgement

not one furious dirty look for flaw leer and jeer

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