The Sudden Rodent Hoedown

I’m not a fan of rodents
So I don’t invite them in.
I’ve never felt what Michael Jackson
Sang about in Ben.
They’re wingless sewer pigeons
With big teeth and hairless tails,
And when I see one in my kitchen
I dissolve in girly wails.


Zen Thuggism

Take a breath. It’s all okay.
Let everything just fall away.
If it helps you, close your eyes
And picture puffy clouds in skies
So blue it almost makes you weep;
Beneath them, meadows filled with sheep
And butterflies with teddy bears
Who take your woes and make them theirs.
You’re anchored: solid, firm, and stout,
True Zen within, at peace without.
Feel better? Good. Now, if you please,
Release your wallet, watch, and keys.