These hands

These hands, today, Are not mine, surely. They make the motions, So demurely. Minding their own purpose, purely. Bent on insurrection. Brush my teeth with shaving cream. Comb my hair with Vaseline. Perhaps it all is just a dream, But in the wrong direction. Coffee mug all prepped and ready. Loopy legs are still unsteady. … Continue reading These hands

Snake oil

This modern day The ads exclaim When selling us their pills Can help! Can help! (A weakling's claim) They'll never cure our ills The promises they make are rash They see themselves as clever And think we'll pay our hard earned cash For snake oil cures No, never! The doubtful claims are bold and shiny … Continue reading Snake oil