Monday, are you ok? Are you ok, Monday?
Is This Interesting?
Thoughts/feelings that just might not matter:
>Train for the blithering, withering winds
Push for the conquest is nigh
Lift from you feet all your wretched deceit
And free all the swine from your sty
There’s a guy in the next booth
Long in the short tooth
Short on the funds
And big on the truth
“That’s the tastiest roast
On the whole east coast
I’ll buy you your lunch
If you’ll save me my ghost”
That’s what I said to him,
Tilting my visor
He said, “You know, son,
I thought you was wiser.”
“Too wise to offer up dough for my bread.
Too wise to chatter and leave silence dead.
Too wise to bargain with one so forlorn
Too wise to write poetry on a
Godforsaken
Booty-shakin’
Money-makin’
Wrinkle-noticing
Milo and Otis-ing
Crust in the tear duct
Jealous of the good-lucked
Rather be in bed
On Friday instead
No rest for the bleary
Even Beverly Cleary
Would’ve cursed
This worst
Of the weekdays…
Monday morn.
Blech.
Quotopia
Freshly-picked quotes from the ol’ reference collection:
Technique! The very word is like a shriek of outraged Art. It is the idiot name given to effort by those who are too weak, too weary, or too dull to play the game. The mighty have no theory of technique.
Leonard Bacon
Online Museum of the Week
50s & 60s Album Covers:

Rhyme Time!
One clue whose answer consists of two rhyming words:
Tastelessly showy local church community.
Highlight here for answer: [garish parish]
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