“Politically
Incorrect” “Or is it Correct”
If it means standing up for the
truth and what’s right
I am
If it means being responsible with
our lives and our choices
I am
If it’s loving and respecting this country
and our flag
I am
If it’s obeying, honoring and
sustaining the law
I am
If it’s standing up for Our Bill of
Rights
I am
If it’s protecting our borders
I am
If it respecting the environment and
all life
I am
If it’s believing in God, a higher
power, protecting this land and the world
I am
If that’s being “Politically
Incorrect” or “Correct”
I am
Urban
Sprawl
Every patch of
green is fading away
A glimpse of the
countryside
suddenly appears
Black Angus
grazing in a pasture
Blocks of houses
as a backdrop
Stacked standing
Dominoes
Once rolling
emerald paths
Now construction
obstructs
Roads criss
crossing
Carrying
commuters
Concrete jungles
rise
Monsters of urban
development
Dollar signs
motivating growth
Ka
ching Ka ching
Hardly a patch of
true green left
Parenthood
Don't have children as a trophy
As an extended ego
Because birth control was missed one night
Don't have children if divorce is an option
commitment a joke
The wedding only a once upon a time fairy tale
play for a day
Don't have children to fulfill something missing
but not knowing what
Don't have children to keep up with the Jonses
The Johnsons
Or the Jensens
Two parents
A father and a mother
have children because you want to love
nourish and nurture them
For the rest of all of your lives
Tatts
Once handsome men are now freaks
Women a side show at the circus
It has become the trend
Putting permanent life marks on flesh
Once a birthmark was thought a curse from God
Especially in visible places
Now young and old enjoy marring their body
With ugly designs
Once hidden in some secret place
Now they force us to witness their masochistic
acts
Purplish blue black and indigo colors
Blur the beauty God gave them
Once thought extreme
Now they parade their anti-social behavior
Like a badge on arms and legs
An art exhibition we don’t choose to attend
Some say their tatts mean something
A tribute to someone
Some say they are sensitive souls
Expressing themselves
I beg to differ
Anyone who consciously chooses
To hurt themselves for attention
Doesn’t care if they offend
Troubling
The question looms large
Why do people choose to look cheap
Like hardened ex cons
Epilogue For The Homeless
The homeless are great
They Manipulate
Playing victim
Preying on good Christian hearts
The con their game
They use different disguises
Different faces
One man always out there with many
Sometimes a goatee
Sometimes a long beard
Sometimes a hat
Sometimes just looks weird
He stands on the median
Always a forlorn face
looking down
He should get an academy award
for acting
They have different signs
Scrawled on cardboard
A good technique
One I saw said
Stranded
Please anything will help
I called her on it as she got on her hidden bike
smiling
One sign said
I used to have a life once
I decided to talk to her about it
Same old sob story
Sores all over her face
Wasn’t going to admit she chose to be a meth
addict
Another sign
I used to be somebody once
She’s still somebody
Somebody on the streets
Another
Will work for food
Four fast food restaurants hiring on the same
street
Homeless and Hungry
Anything will help
When you give them food they’re disappointed
Don’t feed their addictions with your
philanthropy
That enable’s their disease
They make a much better living begging
A cab driver told me they often make $200 an
hour
A better wage than his fifteen an hour plus tips
It’s lucrative
begging
I’ve interviewed a few to see
How they ended up on the streets
Ran away because my mother was a drug addict
Or her new husband was sexually abusing me
Husband was an alcoholic
All pretty legit reasons
Sometimes tragic
Sometimes real
Usually not
Personal Choice and Personal Responsibility
Must be examined
It’s the lazy man’s profession
Some like it
Don’t
mind being a vagabond
Enjoy the gypsy life riding the rails
They’ve made their own bed
Don’t mind sleeping in a bag on the streets
It’s just like camping
Much easier than taking care of a house
All that responsibility
They like the simple life
Most take your money for alcohol and drugs
They don’t really want food
Don’t be fooled
Don’t feel too sorry for these
“Victims”
Sometimes these “Victims” are victimizing
You
Zero Population Growth
Some
people believe in quality
Not
quantity
Unlike
California who adds a new million each year
Or
India
Teeming
with life
Beggars
Merchants
Yogis
Cremation
at the Ganges
Recycling
life into another incarnation
Or
China
Population
grew so large the government forced contraception
Only
one for a while
Only
two in the country
A
boy valued more than a girl
Infanticide
of females became too common
Today
freeways buzz like bees twenty four seven
Traffic
stopping like clogged arteries at rush hours
New
lanes and new structures line them with commerce
Urban
sprawl leaving no room
For
pastures for cows
Meadows
for Meadow Larks
Or
clean air to breathe
Back
in the seventies there was a push
Only
two children per couple
The
world then was three billion
Now
fifty years later the world population bulges
More
than double
Humanity
has not taken the idea seriously
Responsibility
with the life force
An
afterthought
When
does the earth reach
“The
fullness of it’s Creation”
Does
that mean humanity is the only life form left?
