Archive for December, 2021

“We’re Doing Fine”

Posted: December 26, 2021 in My Tunes, Poetry
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The faith I have keeps falling apart
The pain we share I will turn into art.
Every day is difficult from the start
Feelings neglected soon buried in the heart.

People are struggling but we’re doing fine.
In our million dollar mansions

Drinking imported wine.
People keep struggling but we’re doing fine.

Can’t remember the last free moment
No crisis, no chore, no one to comment.
Starting from this path no choice would be different
All my efforts dreams and cries so easily misspent

People are starving but we’re doing fine.
It’s the way it is and has always been,

So many suffer at Christmas Time.
People keep starving but we’re doing fine.

Help who you can but so many in need
While men trample where you plant your seed.
To pay for survival you sacrifice and bleed
Only to smother from the consolidation of greed.

People are dying but we’re doing fine.
But the uneducated and the lazy,

They are ruining my Christmas Time.
People keep dying but we’re doing fine.

The faith I have keeps falling apart
The pain we share I will turn into art.
Every day is difficult from the start
Feelings neglected soon buried in the heart.

I Hate My Kitchen

Posted: December 7, 2021 in Poetry
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I love to cook and have all the gadgets
Spices and fresh foods from famous markets
Artisan breads and cheeses and finest creams
A few rare herbs and aged meats.

Tempted by smells slowly drifting my way
Each ingredient calls for its place on the plate
Planning, preparation and a little luck
A masterpiece awaits each of us.

My wife looks up and tells me again
“Nobody cares, so stop your bitchin’”.
But it’s really hard to be a good chef
Life sucks when you hate your kitchen.

The room glistens with silver, copper and glass
I can sift and bake to my heart’s content
Razor sharp cutting knives dazzle in the light
A measuring cup or spoon for everything

But there’s no place to stand
And no place to clean
Nowhere to put things
If you see what I mean.
Even working by myself
It’s too crowded to move
The shelves are so tall
Like they have something to prove.

My wife looks up and tells me again
“Nobody cares, so stop your bitchin’”.
But it’s really hard to be a good chef
Life sucks when you hate your kitchen.