endoscapade

Endoscapade

 

Good afternoon, he said,

Sit up on the trolley, he said,

And let us explain what we are about to do,

 

So I did just that,

No quite hearing much of his chatter,

I was lying flat,

But to him it didn’t seem to matter,

 

They strapped my mouth so It was held open,

Nothing much there that’s new,

A fast spray and not much spoken,

My open mouth and no words flew,

 

Swallow when we say, your about to be tested,

If I had a choice I think I would spit,

He shoved it in, I was helpless and now felt molested,

Renewed respect for blow jobs, seemed fit,

 

He wiggled and twisted, forced with a shove,

His thing in my mouth, pushed as far as he could,

Forced his way, this sure wasn’t love,

I prayed he’d finish hoped that he would,

 

Open, close, he instructed his aide,

Push, pull, we’re doing just fine,

Soon be over, don’t be afraid,

A total invasion, of this body of mine,

 

 

I didn’t feel well, thought I couldn’t cope,

He then finished, and withdrew from my throat,

Cleaned and wiped his endoscope,

The results, to your doctor by note,

 

Endoscopy, an invasive procedure, for sure,

Next time, my choice is, sleep through it all,

For if the other end, needs a scope or a cure,

He better offer dinner, before I make that call.

 

pathway in life

Life’s pathway

 

On a lonely road, heading nowhere fast,

Losing a heavy load, leaving behind my past,

I met a shadowy being, who questioned my trip,

He cast a doubt upon seeing, my mind had slipped,

 

He said:

 

So, your leaving your past behind,

And what do you hope, or think you’ll find,

It’s your past that made you, all you are,

However, the distance, no matter how far,

On you may go, to the end of this world,

All that has been, will be there, unfurled,

 

I pondered:

 

So I thought of family, and I pondered, on friend,

And who if any would I travel with, to my end,

Sprung to mind, there was yet not one,

So my journey it seems, was to be lonely and long,

On this lonely road, where travel I must,

My only load, a search for trust,

 

I replied:

 

My travels are long, and I journey hard,

I played my last hand, each and every card,

All who I know of, do not, know me,

Cast me aside, and therefore, set me free,

Though I remain, where I’ll always be seen,

Free now, from all that has been,

 

Conclusion:

 

I have taken all, that life has dished out,

Some my own doing, of this there’s no doubt,

My thoughts will be, to my journey’s end,

I help all I am able, family or friend,

My task is simple, and plain to see,

I cannot ask any, to be of help, to just me,

 

Solution:

 

In life there are those who are born to care,

They can’t help it, it is who they are,

These, suffer long and hard, the most,

No one sees them, or the cost,

Yes, it’s a long road, going nowhere fast,

None who care, can leave behind, their past.

mothers lesson

The mothers lesson

 

Grounded she screamed, for two weeks this time,

I’ll give you sneaking out, to steal another man’s horse,

Then she took away, all that I called mine,

Two weeks passed and she screamed, till she was hoarse,

 

But I was out and running, as fast as I could,

To see what friends were planning, ahead,

Mostly we did things, that were considered no good,

In the darkness of night, when the world seemed dead,

 

Riding horses bareback, was our idea of fun,

The faster the better, and we knew them all,

On the city streets, we would race and run,

We had no fear, even when the sirens would call,

 

Usually, when we’d finished, we’d let them all go,

But I had a plan for mine, this night,

Telling no_ one, so the mother wouldn’t know,

It may shut her up, if she got a good fright,

 

I tied the horse, to the knocker, on our door,

Climbed up the pipe, and went straight to my bed,

Soon, the mother left out with a roar,

Whoever is knocking at this hour, is dead,

 

Down the stairs, with anger in her mind,

And murderous intent, filling her with disgrace,

Yanked open the door, and what did she find,

The horse and herself, met face to face,

 

At four in the morning, the whole street was awake,

With the racket they made, as they both danced in her hall,

From the bed I was yanked, no more could she take,

On the road, she beat me, before one and all,

 

As a son you’re nothing, but a dirty old rake,

The priest and the guards, will make the next call,

Teaching me a lesson, showing me my mistake,

For making her, and that horse, dance in her hall

 

To daingan they shipped, me which was not very nice,

The brothers to teach me, the error of my ways,

But the look on her face, was well worth the price,

I’ll recall it fondly, to the end of my days.

Horse thief

Horse thief

 

In the dead of night, when the house is at rest,

When it is dark no light, this time is best,

 

For creeping out, to meet a friend,

To whisper, not shout, to no good end,

 

Down the drain, for the door is closed,

With ease not pain, waiting friends are posed,

 

Ropes from wash lines, within each hand,

Faces shined, this night was grand,

 

Through the streets, across some field,

In hopes to meet, a horse, to yield,

 

A jockey’s dream, to ride some winner,

Over ditch and stream, underneath this sinner,

 

And sparks will fly, through city streets,

Chased speedily by, the sirens screeched,

 

While mothers rest, all kids in bed,

Dreaming their best, a cool calm head,

 

In distant places, the loudest bang,

Police man’s faces, a doorbell rang,

 

In handcuffs stood, who should be in bed?

One of her brood, no pillow, under his head,

 

Stealing horses, in dead of night,

The street as courses, were his delight,

 

He took a bend, but fell to ground,

He can’t defend, what we have found,

 

To court this day, his charge of theft,

Jail no delay, the horse’s owner, these bruises left.

 

In the dead of night, this time is best,

When it is dark no light, stay home and rest.

horses by night

The conversation 1974

 

Did you hear the racket, going on last night?

I thought it was thunder, from the sky,

Her neighbour said, she got a terrible fright,

Which neither of them, could deny,

 

They were shouting and roaring like devils from hell,

Along every street in the place,

Vans hooting horns, I just couldn’t tell,

They had hoods, pulled tight on their face,

 

It was worse than the black n tans, they said,

As they gossiped, over the garden wall,

I’m surprised one of them isn’t dead,

Awake all night, waiting for them to fall,

 

The noise would scare, a seasoned whore,

Galloping on every street,

Sure I thought they would come, right in my door,

Horses with metal shoes, on their feet,

 

Sure how’s your young lad? Still not well?

Mine’s the same, god help us its tough,

We bring em into this world, and we never can tell,

Getting em out of the bed, is hard enough,

 

Up all night he says, too tired to rise,

Never heard the racket galloping in the street,

Barely able to open his eyes,

And your lad the same, tis the doctor they’ll meet,

 

Why are the guards stopping at our door?

They’re coming in, oh god, the utter shame,

And us two loving mothers, from good stock and more,

Must be that racket last night, they know who’s to blame,

 

From two upstairs bedrooms, there’s a sudden flurry,

Two mothers angels, are vacating the place,

The want to be jockeys, are gone in a hurry,

Leaving, two mortified mothers, in total disgrace.