Grumpy Old Man

Grumpy Old Man

Written by Donovan L. Green,
3/15/2010 12:09 AM

Ah who gives a dam any how, I sure the hell don’t. I don’t give a dam about none of it no how. Ain’t no dam thing that I got so much hair coming out my nose and ears, and that big wart on my nose ain’t no dam thing either. Ta hell with everybody anyway, I don’t give no dam no how. What’s the matter with these idiots driving so fast down my street? The dam street ain’t but two blocks long and you’d reckon they’d had half a mile ta get going this dam fast. idiots. I don’t give no dam any how. Look at that poor dam bird out in my yard. Poor dam thing don’t stand no chance no how. This sorry ass society has to go sterilizing everything lest it catches something. How does that work anyway? We kill evey dam critter possible and there are more diseases than ever.

I reckon if an I were a thinking man I would figure out a way around all this nonsense. Why do people have to be so dammed afraid of nature and the rest of the critters on this planet. All these dam idiots, they hate a squirrel, they hate a bird, they hate bugs, they hate snakes, they hate raccoons, they hate everything except their little pookey dam pet. I don’t give a dam no how. These dam idiots only want to see animals on the dam tube if they are fluffy and cute or behind bars at the zoo if they ain’t. dammed idiots. Look at ‘em, there goes another dammed idiot speeding off through the neighborhood like they got some place to be in an all fired hurry. They’re 300 hundred feet from their dammed driveway and you’d think at that speed it’s taking just too dam long. I’m a gonna go sit on my back porch fer a while where I don’t have ta look at all these dammed idiots. I don’t give no dam no how.

Bricks

Bricks

Written by Donovan L. Green,
3/5/2010 4:58 PM

One brick two brick three, all these bricks for free?
Four brick five brick six, why couldn’t it be sticks?
Seven brick eight brick nine, all these bricks are mine?
Ten brick eleven brick twelve, over the pile I fell.
Thirteen brick fourteen brick fifteen, heaviest bricks I’ve seen.
Sixteen brick seventeen brick eighteen, labor’s not for a teen.
Nineteen brick twenty brick twenty one, will I ever get done?
Twenty two brick twenty three brick twenty four, what are these bricks for?
Twenty five brick twenty six brick twenty seven, this old bricks going to heaven.
 
Men are like bricks, made from the earth and shaped into useful forms.
To be moved around, stacked and restacked. To be used to build things.
To be driven over, crushed, and recycled.