Tuesday, 14 September 2021
Pricked twice and 3 tubes of blood, despite test tube shortage, so I must be special, or just a train wreck
Pricked twice and 3 tubes of blood, despite test tube shortage,
so I must be special, or just a train wreck
Had my blood tests today
Over here in UK my age bracket we'll get a 3rd shot too
We also read about how CRAZY Trump was
But we all knew already, 4 years hiding the nuclear button from him
Dr Strangelove and all that
It is a tragedy, that folks have still fallen for his LIES
And GOP haven't got the HONESTY to dump Trump
Instead it's all the Emperor's New Clothes
When is ANYBODY going to say TRUMP is naked
But sadly it appears the LOVE of money is the root of all Evil
No, I'm not anti-USA, it's a great place but it has fallen from Grace
And by the way Moving situations move, so answers move too
This child like use of tapes and video
IS STUPID
He said this, now he's doing that, so he has flip flopped
Have you not seen High Noon
Amy who is against guns, uses a gun to save her husband
The point is, sometimes you have to do what you have to do
And change plans, because it is needed
and if the Tide comes in, you move
instead of being a Canute
TAKE A VACCINE and do not DIE
Its a Civil War of Ignorance in USA
Tonight we have a rapper meddling ignorantly
And putting on a fake accent to berate Boris Johnson over Vaccines
Boris has another baby on the way, is the reply to her
Please for your own sakes
Take the Vaccine, the dead and dying is now amongst the UNVACCINATED
Or is Pride more important than your life
Meanwhile they say,
The Prayers I say Tomorrow will have helped you. YESTERDAY
So everybody of any Faith at all, say some Prayers for Wisdom
before the Graveyards engulf us all
I'd rather write a funny story for everybody
And I do write for Everybody, all Faiths and None
an 90+ countries read my rubbish all over the world
The Space Station would be a great place to read me from
So if you are in Space, then read this poem for
All the Human Race
Let There Be Light ©
By Michael Casey
Let my tears be my words
Let the candle light be my eyes
Let the flowers in bloom be my lips
Let their scent be my blood
Let the wind be my breath
Let clouds be my mood
Let children’s laughter be my hope
Let widows’ sighs be my conscience
Let a stranger’s prayers be my delight
Let the bees be my wisdom
Let the trees be my strength
Let my patience reach to the stars
Let me be always remembered in your prayers
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I used to hide in a Saint Phillips cathedral on my lunch break, as it was cool and I could sit down, I stood all day is a hot print room,
one day this “prayer” bubbled up. I hope others think it of use.
so that's the poem's History, but I rather we all have a Future, and the Squabbling stops. So use those Rosary beads, or beads from any faith, and see if we can save the Human Race from itself
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