Old Twitter

Growing old in the age of twitter,
makes one contemplate.
Is it for the young and fitter?
Must be why I gain weight.

Getting old produces much.
of what getting old'll do.
Aches all over, pain and such,
and joints just all askew.

Used all 10 digits all my days,
thoughts to paper sent.
Old Mavis Beacon's just a phase,
thumbs now for that intent.

Thumbs fly across a tiny screen,
at who knows what cyber speed.
My elbow hurts I want to scream,
drugs now, are what I need.

Today's Rhyme II

pre PS..my blogs attempting to sell my land are:
http://valandforsale.blogspot.com/
http://valandforsale.wordpress.com/
PLEASE visit..cause I have to have so many
visits before I can be seen on ??? that is another
days chore!




Holy Cow! Heavens to Betsy!
The day's almost gone already
here it is for no one to see
my rhyme all wordy and heady.

Trying to sell land near Richmond
(when not running upstairs to pee)
took all day, every darn second
and the ROI did not pay out in glee.

I created two blogs, wordpress has pages!
Catagorblogs® denied it's too new
need to sell it and I don't have ages
my debt is trying to accrue.

If your looking for the cheapest land in the land
come hither have I a deal for you.
NO really it ain't swamp or sand
It's riverfront and it's got a view!

If Catagorblogs® won't do it for me
I am forced to serve my own self
spend my seconds tomorrow and plea
Catagorblogs® don't stick me on the shelf!

OOPS Greenspan is Sorry

OOPS, Alan Greenspan said
as the world's economies crumbled
“I am erudite and well read,
it's Ayn Rand, the b**ch, who stumbled.”

A female Russian novelist
dead six plus twenty years
who knew she was a nihilist
well actually I did have my fears.

When greed is good, altruism bad
somethings amiss, are you dead?
We poor schmucks, we done been had
on the lawn is MY self made bed.

As homes go on the auction block
and tin cups arrive in a Lear.
I no longer have to watch the clock
as my job's being done in Zaire.

The outcomes now in Paulson's hand
perhaps he's more like plumber Joe
let's hope he's never heard of Rand
but watches Curly, and Shemp, and Moe.

Kill the Guru

You know I bet, lets figure the odds
that I could produce a site
to tell you how to live, think, love
and you'd think I'm dead to right.

You the imperfect, me the sage
cause I tell you that's what I am
I possess knowledge of all time
regardless that I am a scam.

Pretty words all lined all in a row
obtuse is my tool of trade
Give me your trust and I will work
your psyche till it is out played.

Your e-mail address is all I need
to ply my magic on you.
get thinner, richer, become a god
join the realm of the very lucky few.

I can become a brazillionaire
this I know tis true
I read it my own self today
but only for me not for you.

Today's Rhyme

No, I've not abandoned my post,
of rhyming to no one, not one.
Though I've found another host,
wordpress is harder but fun.

They've got .org and .com
I'm working on figerin it out
it ain't a salve or a balm
bein ignored is a very big doubt.

I got my blog, AHA I thought
the 21st century I entered.
Attention is what I really sought
being's as I am self centered.

Other sites have comments galore
even if not their own words.
I know rhymin's a great big bore
to an audience full of nerds.

See how that works, I already pissed
on ninety percent of the web
don't even think that I'd be missed
if I went and became dead.

Universal Children's Day, November 20th

I always thought a parents job
exclusively would be
to raise a child of confidence
but not be just like me.

Abuse, I thought to Johnny'd
be, forcing him to rhyme
Until there came the internet
and changing of the time.

I've never seen, don't want to look
what's out there on the web
don't even want to visualize
some of what I've read.

Protecting children from all harm
not just a rhyme or sport
should fall upon all of the world
who come into this port.

Pornography is rampant now
a judge should I not be
but if a child is part of that
inside of prison you'll see.

I am NOT rhyming. I am NOT angstless.

What I am is discombobulated. Yes it's a word, or at least my word processor does not know it is not a word. It knows angstless is not a word, why I have not added angstless to my .dic I have no idea?

Anyway.

You have read my rhymes about my blogging, well maybe you have not. Actually the chance that you DID read any of my rhymes is about one in a brazillion.

Anyway.

I checked my e-mail and saw I had a note from a fellow blogger so I clicked through. I'm still too new to this to know where I would end up when I hit that link, and I ended up at a place called Dashboard and there she was, laurelshah1, on my My Shoutbox. She said nice things about my blog!

Anyway.

I clicked on the link at her comment and ended up at her BlogCatalog and I see laurel's (I must say beautiful) picture and her profile. I clicked the back button to go back to my BlogCatalog no picture (beautiful or otherwise) no profile. I clicked hers back and she had no My Shoutbox, but had comments at the bottom. Well! Why is MINE so mundane and hers so wonderful?

Anyway.

While at her BlogCatalog, I scrolled down to her My Blogs clicked on the article under her name, which led me to CuteWriting, and read it, and I reminisced about a time when 10 hours seemed like a long time. I must say if, and I am not saying he doesn't, but, if Lenin does that daily, he should be a brazillionaire!

Anyway.

I don't have AOL so no handsome man's voice tells me I have mail (does he still do that? Has he aged?) so I am constantly refreshing my e-mail and though I had read this particular mail before I clicked on the unfamiliar name and clicked through. Lo and behold! I was right back at my BlogCatalog and the CuteWriting lady!

And Lenin can do all that in a day!

Anyway.

Befuddled is another word that can describe me.