Water Springs Forth

My well ran dry.
The pipe too short to reach the water level,
Which over time had waned.
And so another pipe is pounded deep into the earth,
Until refreshing water springs forth to satisfy a thirsty soul
For many days to come.

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Come My Little Jester

Come my little jester, come and bemuse me.
Come and eliminate the memories of my hurts in totality,
Even if just for a moment.
Avail me of your humor, for my heart needs to be elated.
I cannot fathom what I'd do without you.
The laughter that you stir within me
Does encircle my pain and transport it as a barge out into the sea
Of forgetfulness.
Healing is your essence.
And right now,
I need to be healed.
 
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The Impregnable, Mr Fink

One step into the office, and then I know
I've entered the Twilight Zone.
Keyboards clicking and walk clocks ticking
An eerie monotonous drone.

Everyone has their face to the screen
With spry fingers typing away.
Backs bent over and eyesight failing;
Hair is turning gray.

No time to waste, keep up the pace
And make every message succinct.
Expunge every error, or you'll bear the terror
Of the perfidious, Mr. Fink.

Working for Fink is no easy task,
But the source of emolument.
A raise, you say? Don't even ask;
It's an uncommon and unknown event.

And forget all your hopes and dreams
To maintain a salubrious state.
For you're chained to your desk at every moment
Without even the leeway to take
A stretch, or a bend, or a blink of the eye,
Not even a restroom break.

Mr. Fink has not a care to be amicable;
He's the impregnable,
Mr. Fink.

Mabuhay!

This is an anecdote and not a fable.
One day at a cafe, there at the table
Was an elderly gentleman wearing a fez with a feather.
So I said to him, "Sir, I do not know whether
My opinion would matter or not, but your hat looks quite prissy;
And I'm sorry to say, you look like a sissy!"
The gentleman laughed with a chortle and replied with a trill,
"My young lady, I see that you certainly will
Say exactly whatever is on your mind.
You are quite nervy, this I do find.
And I'm not sure that is an accolade.
But won't you sit down and share a glass of lemonade."
And so I did, and he continued to say,
"My job is quite cumbersome and provides so little pay.
I'm usually zonked by the end of the day.
My work is a tedious and arduous fag.
My boss is a rotter, an unbearable hag.
A maelstrom is the atmosphere there
So when I punch out, my fez, I do wear
As a means of escapism. It's my way to cope.
And so, my dear, I certainly hope
You will join me in giving a cheer
To the small pleasures we can find here."
So we lifted our glasses and gave them a clink on that day
And shouted, "Mabuhay! Mabuhay! Hip Hip Hooray!"

Cop a Plea

When a poor black man goes to court, he is never seen again.

Whether innocent or guilty, this is the most common trend.

Too poor for a lawyer; a public attorney will defend,
With a caseload that's too heavy, there's no time to prep to win.

With threats of years of confinement, he presses to cop a plea;
Yet fails to advise his client, "A record will follow thee,
Hindering your opportunities for gainful employment,
Killing your spirit, and drying up your every enjoyment.

Making your life a living hell;
Confined or free, you're still in jail!"