Bonus – KensView

Bride with No Name

On the first part of the workday
She was looking through all her book
There were Parks and Boyds and Steins and Wongs
There was Sam and Jill and Dawn

The first one she met was a bride with a dress
And her book with no slots
The heat was on, and her mouth was dry
And her mind was full of doubts

But she got through the moment
With that bride with no name
It felt good to be top of her game
At that moment, she couldn’t find out that name
‘Cause without a name it would be a great shame
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la

After two secs in the fitting room
Her skin began to turn red
After three secs in the fitting room
She was looking to cover her head
And the feeling she had of what a fool she’d be
Made her start to think she was dead

But she got through that moment
With that bride with no name
It felt good to be top of her game
At that moment, she couldn’t find out that name
‘Cause without a name it would be a great shame
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la

After mark up, she let the bride go home
‘Cause the client needed to Zelle
There was a phone number and address
There was the name Jackie Hess

So she got through that moment
With that bride with no name
It felt good to be top of her game
At that moment, she couldn’t find out that name
‘Cause without a name it would be a great shame
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la

Gold Showers

Yeah, Orange Cheato bound for glory days
Bought by a tycoon down in Washington
Gnarled old geezer, he’s just givin’ us fright
Hear the Fat Cat spank him just around midnight

Gold showers
How come they taste so good?
Gold showers
Just like we heard they would, oh yeah

Yeah, chest beating, old whiner’s rage runs hot
Folks in the land wonderin’ when he’s gonna stop
Donnie says Elon’s doing alright
You shoulda read their tweets sent just last night

Gold showers
How come they taste so good?
Gold showers
Just like techbros said they would
Aw, yeah-yeah-yeah

I bet his daddy was a drag show queen
And all his girlfriends were sweet 16
He’s no schoolboy but I know what he likes
He shoulda been jailed and see no daylight

Gold showers
How come they’re not so good?
Gold showers
Just like we were warned they would
Aw, no-no-no

So you ask!

Does he consider what he says?

Is he sorry for what he has done?

Does his countenance at all betray any mark of shame?

That he should be of mind so deceitful and decrepit, as,

without regard to the custom and the law of his fellow-citizens,

and the wish of the founding fathers, to be anxious,

in spite of everything, to attain power,

to our utter disgrace!

Where have you been?!?

What can I say?

What a talent you have. You captured the scenario perfectly.

Thanks for sitting with me Ken. I APPRECIATE IT. Lets talk again…..when its warmer.

I always remember you driving me to Ball State University to give lectures. Along the way you gave me guidance on how to give lectures.

Thanks for recommending Citi over Comerica(more $). The job at Citi changed the trajectory of my career. And my parents were very proud.

Very keen Kensview comments!

A masterful work.

You captured the nature and essence of our two good friends Stitch and Laura.

Wonderful, clever, original, “right-on.” A gift you are giving to us all.

You’ve been keeping us alive.

Is there a subject you haven’t written about?

I’ve been reading KensView. com and enjoying it very much. I usually don’t read much poetry unless it grabs me right away. Yours does that!

He may not look like much, but guard him close.

Victory? Waltz

You were dancing to the rhythm of a Victory Waltz
When your old foe you happened to see
He gave a big grin to his sidekick and while you were dancing
The Don stole the White House from thee

I remember the night of that “Victory Waltz”
Now I know just how much we have lost
Yes, we lost our dear freedom on the night they were playing
That F***ing Orange and Vance Waltz!

Whatever He Wants

Narrator: This, as you may recognize, is a map of the United States and there’s a little town there called Trumpsville.

On a given morning not too long ago the rest of the world disappeared and Trumpsville was left all alone. Its inhabitants were never sure whether the world was destroyed and only Trumpsville left untouched, or whether the village had somehow been taken away.

They were, on the other hand, sure of one thing—the cause. A monster had arrived in the village.

Just by using his mind, he took away justice, freedom, and morality, because they displeased him. And he moved an entire community back into the dark ages just by using his mind.

Now, I’d like to introduce you to some of the people in Trumpsville.

These are Judges Roberts, Thomas, and Alito. It’s in their courthouse that the monster presides.

These two are Sen. McConnell and Speaker Johnson.

And this is Ivanka, who probably had more control over the monster in the beginning than almost anyone. But one day she forgot. She began to speak aloud. Now, the monster doesn’t like her speaking so his mind snapped at her, and turned her into this smiling, vacant thing you’re looking at now. She speaks no more.

And you’ll note that the people in Trumpsville, USA have to smile. They have to think happy thoughts and say happy things because once displeased, the monster can wish them into Gitmo or change them into a Big Mac and fries.

This particular monster can read minds, you see. He knows every thought, he can feel every emotion.

Oh, yes, I did forget something, didn’t I? I forgot to introduce you to the monster. This is the monster. His name is Donny Trump.

He’s seventy-eight-years-old with a rakish, frat-boy face; grey-blue, guileful eyes; and a six-year-old’s mind. But when those eyes look at you, you’d better start thinking happy thoughts because the mind behind them is absolutely in charge.

Roberts: Howdy, Donny. Mighty good to see you today.

Donny: Mighty good.

Thomas: And it’s such a good day, isn’t it?

Donny: It’s a real good day!

Alito: What are you doing, Donny?

Donny: I made a stripper with three boobs. See her? (Glancing toward Ivanka)

McConnell: Yeah.

Johnson: Yeah, my, she’s a real fine one.

Thomas: I ain’t never seen a stripper with three boobs before, ‘cept in Total Recall.

Donny: I’ll make her dead now. I’m tired of playing with her. Be dead. Stripper, you be dead!

Alito: My, my, that’s real fine that you done that. That’s—that’s real fine, Donny.

Roberts: You’re a good boy, Donny.

All with Ivanka nodding: We all love you.

Narrator: We only wanted to introduce you to this singularly immune citizen—little Donny Trump, age not allowed to say, who lives in a village called Trumpsville, in a place that used to be the USA.

And if by some strange chance you should run across him, you had best think only MAGA thoughts. Anything less than that is handled at your own risk.

Because if you do meet Donny you can be sure of one thing—you have entered the Trump Zone.

From the Pundit of Avon

I scorn you, scurvy companion.
Thou art a boil, a plague sore.
The rankest compound of villainous smell
that ever offended nostril.
I am sick when I do look on thee.
I’ll beat thee, but I would infect my hands

Thou cream faced loon.
Thou lump of foul deformity.
Thou art as fat as butter.
Would thou wert clean enough to spit upon.
You are as a candle, the better burnt out.

A most notable coward,
an infinite and endless liar,
an hourly promise breaker,
the owner of no one good quality.
Thy sin’s not accidental, but a trade.

Thou art unfit for any place but hell.
Away, you three-inch fool!

Projection

Beware! EVERY

GOP accusation

Is a confession!

― 俳句 (haiku)

Good Enough?

You could walk ten miles on your hands and knees
Ain’t no doubt about it, baby, it’s me you aim to please
You could swear your loyalty, and lay yourself bare
That’s just the thing, babe, I just don’t care

That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!

For me, baby, you could swim the sea
But nothing you could do would satisfy me
Even if you come over and lap up the crumbs and dirt

And make sure it doesn’t stain my clean white shirt

That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!

You could fawn 24 hours, seven days a week
Just so you could come here and kiss my cheek
You’ll love me in the morning and you’ll love me at noon
You’ll love me in the night and boogie to my tune

That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!

You could send me every penny you’ve ever earned
And say you’re not worried about getting burned
You could storm the Capitol, hang my wimpy VP
Just to get yourself up close to me

That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!
That ain’t good enough!

Blood-Spattered Banner

O say can you see
By the dawn’s early light
What once proudly we hailed
At the twilight’s last gleaming

Whose torn stripes and stained stars
Through each perilous fight
O’er the bodies we watched
Is now hauntingly streaming?

And MAGAs’ hateful glare
Their guns shooting in air
Give proof through the night
There’s no amity here

O say does our blood-spattered banner remain
O’er the land of the free and the home of the sane?

You can’t teach …

pick of the litter

busy as a bee

gets his ducks in a row

like shooting fish in a barrel

wolf in sheep’s clothing

dog-eat-dog world

the world is his oyster

a little bird told me

chickens come home to roost

his bark worse than his bite

let sleeping dogs lie

it was only puppy love

I’ll be a monkey’s uncle

cock and bull story

open a can of worms

a wild goose chase

bull in a china shop

mad as a hornet

cat with nine lives

you can’t teach an old dog new tricks

Survived the Hospital! (俳句)

Trapped in tube embrace
Nursing post amazing race
Rached loses face

———

チューブの囚人
凄い病院の競走
ナースを笑う

― 俳句 (haiku)

Leave off

I started to write

Up popped a Viagra ad

So where did I end?

― 俳句 (haiku)

寇世友

Koziol – 寇世友 – kòu shì yǒu

寇 is a surname dating back to at least 寇准 Kou Zhun (961-1023), Northern Song politician and poet. The character also means pirate, bandit.

世 – world, generation

友 – friend

Ken

ken (kɛn)

n., v. kenned kent, kenning

1. knowledge or understanding: an idea beyond one’s ken.

2. range of sight or vision.

v.t.

3. Chiefly Scot. to understand or know about.

4. Archaic. to see; recognize.

v.i.

5. Chiefly Scot. to know; understand.

[before 900; Middle English kennen to make known]