~ by Gregg Rowe ~
Ah we have passed another year -- 'o eight
My Christmas tree is up, my list is made:
This war in Iraq, -- please -- with lives its paid
Let's end this fiasco, it's not too late;
A cure for AIDS would make my living great
And check my shingles so I can get laid
My life everyday fades in drug filled haze
At fifty -- chronic diseased -- can't find mate
Fresh laundry erases bodily stains
From schedules of popping fruit loop pills:
Usually, I don't wallow in my pains
To awake daily -- goal for chronic ills --
I'm here, this year to pen my annual write:
My friends -- a happy, joyous Christmas Night

December 7, 2008

















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