Next Time I’ll Use a Pen!

T and I were in the car getting ready for our first stop at the gas station. I already had my mask on which was really disturbing to T. He was afraid that people were going to make fun of me. T could not understand why I had it on already.

When I got back into the car I reset the trip meter and started the car. We drove off and discussed how paying $42.00 to fill my tank was not bad given I only had to do it once every four weeks. Given my 3.6 km drive to and from work (7.2 km round trip) per day with two days off and able to walk anywhere I needed to downtown.

As we were turning the corner I realized that I had not taken my mask off and yanked it off. Looking over at T I could see him looking at me with a wry grin.

I was trying to explain to him that he needs to tell me about these things. That I am so use to wearing it that I will walk to the car after work and can be driving before I would remember to take it off. He could not believe this and was trying to figure it out.

I happened to look over at T as he was flicking his hand toward me and he poked me in the eye. I started to laugh and he sorta sputtered before laughing as well.

I wanted to know why he would poke me in the eye? He had no real response except to say that next time he would use the pen. And then he jabbed me with it.

©Nov. 11/21

Picture is my own

They Shall Reap the Scorched Earth

Beep..
beep…
beep…..
………..
each breath
a struggle
a chime rings
another death
life gone
all for ignorance
all for a dance on the dime
all for a laugh in the face
for you know best
even while all around
others do succumb.
Walk bare faced
so all can see
appalling selfishness
desirous of wants
needs
sufficient for self only
never mind those
who we must show care for
if they provide not for me
why should I care
why should I provide for thee?
Hold my hand
praise the lord
for my words are always right
he whispers into my ear
telling me it is okay
to disobey
to ignore
things that are put in place
to protect
to help
to contain
flaunt I shall
all the rules
to keep wicked death at bay
I shall dance
upon empty streets
savoring in your final defeat.
The Devil is the one
they all cry
even as they use the bible to defend
their holy war
against science
against humanity
against anything
that does not allow these weeping
sobbing men
to play the games they have always played
to drown the earth in culpable lies
whilst they pray
upon bended knee
believing
their whispers are heard on high.
In truth
demons below
gorge upon their souls
a feast fit
for the King of all Evil
as they fall
down
down
down
unto the fiery pits of hell
there to burn
for eternal damnation
even as they cry
their piety
their faith
puts them above the seething human masses…..
they forgot
they neglect
the truth that there is…..
Care for one another.
Love one another.
Accept your neighbor as yourself.
Accept the differences that make this world go round.
Or no?
God touches the innocent
not the condemned
so those who spout death
through inaction
will one day have to pay the price
these words
they rail
tearing the fabric
using desperation and lies
allowing death to march through communities unimpeded…..
one
two
three
as far as the eye can see
casket after casket
waiting for the flames
for no longer can the dead be buried
all the land is filled.
And we stand
upon heaped bodies
directing blinded views
yet they stand
still so convicted in their beliefs
they are right
the world is wrong
so they shall play judge jury and executioner
solely with their failure
to wear a mask.
 
©April 24/21
Picture via Pinterest
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