jpaulgorman

  How bout the Ace. Such a pretty face. Then the King. The joy he brings. I love the Queen. She makes me sing. But that dang ole Jack. Think he tripped out the back. Don't get in a rush. Wait for the flush. Don't take the bait. Tough to get a straight. Then the sublime. Sweet four of a kind. Gotta pay your dues. With the Full House Blues. Time to double down. Make up some ground. Put on your shades. Don't give it away. Take it to the end, friend. The dealer's gonna win. Don't you know, The dealer's gonna win. EAEx3 DAE

  I ain't got no boots, Ain't got no boots. Going to Ft. Worth in my shoes. Ye Old Bull And Bush, Ye Old Bull And Bush. Gonna bring my own food. Then it's Billy Strings, Then it's Billy Strings. Gonna knock off the arena roof. We'll get in the groove. He'll take us through our moods. We might get high. We might get high. I ain't got no boots, Ain't got no boots. Going to Ft. Worth in my shoes. D D7 CD CG CG AmCx2

The passport line is jammed packed.  Same as the drivers licence office, same as the registration office, same as all the other offices.  Fees and taxes and stickers and take a number, the waiting room awaits.  The chairs are hard and dirty, but the offices don't care.  Lots of cranky people looking to bolt the country, evidently. For reasons of disgust or fear, or both.  Maybe it's the jolt they needed, the liberty roar of the rational people.  We've been around.  The death of hair metal, the rise of the walkman, the smartphone takeover, glowing social scenes.  Lenny Kravitz.   It ain't over til it's over.  Robots building robots, loaded with all of human knowledge.  Softwired to learn.  Fearless for space, brave and new.  Looking up and staying busy, seeking technical improvements.

  The flag has its proper place.  Behind God, and family, and health, and good times, and sleep, and dreams.  Behind friends, and food, and a good movie, too.  Or a good book, nothing's better than a good book.  Maybe a Grand Slam 5-setter is better than a good book, if Nadal and Novak are involved. Looking for the perfect sentence.  No way I could write it, but I'll read it somewhere, someday.  It will come from a young person, the old are too worn.  It will be spontaneous and true and short.  It will stop any reader. T-shirts will be made.  Hats and koozies.  This perfect sentence will change the world one letter at a time.  All the flags of the world will hang like sad rags.  The air will be still.

Like a surgery, there's no need to watch.  The staff'll brief you in the waiting room when it's over, the victims can take visitors when the anesthesia wears off.  One at a time, please.  They'll be confused, ornery, and mean.  Have patience with the patients. None of it flys in the modern world, the ridiculousness, the mental excuses, the Poor-Ole-Me crowd, the justifications of deceptions.  We hit the low already, around the time our intelligence was insulted by the intelligence communities.  Only federal spooks crawl out a moving truck and march down the street like masked lunatics waving obnoxious flags around.  Stir it up for the cameras, make a show.  Lots of fine people injected with bleach having a bloodbath while insulting soldiers. We're sitting in the waiting room, trying not to make eye contact.  All the magazines are old and dirty, the time clicks away.  The doctors are doing their thing.  This is our own island, it's j...

  So touchy Old America was, lots of off limits words, lots of off limits humor.  Feelings were being hurt at a record pace, a flood of tears, always tears.  Anger, sadness, guilt, everything was tears.  Except laughter, only snide jeers were allowed.  Profiling lost its edge, the kind everyone knows is hilariously true, silently acknowledged by most. Most know where to get good donuts, for example.  Most are leery of a certain demographic of driver.  Most aren't afraid to talk to Russians.  Most aren't huffing the gas anymore.  Let's bag on each other, but keep it funny. The self-righteous wail either way, easily offended and quick to offend.  Irony undetected, hypocrisy lost.  Covered in shame, without pride.  Loony, in a way, good for a chuckle.  A sad chuckle.