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Posted on October 18, 2010 - by Gary Applegary

A Kick in the Head

I found this stuck in a folder, originally written in 1986 for my Literature & Composition class. I got an 87% on it, because it was lacking a refrain. Well, I just didn’t see that as working with this story, so forget the grade, I did it my way. Take that. Anyway, I dusted it off and gave it a little bit of editing, so I guess this is sort of a remix. (I have to say, the assignment was NOT to write a song, so why the heck did it need a refrain anyhow? OK, I’m letting… it…. go.) 

A KICK IN THE HEAD

Well, I was minding my own business,

Just the way a good man should.

Yep, just minding my own business –

But what happened wasn’t good.

An angry man burst through the door,

And kicked me in the head!

I got up then I asked him,

“Was it something that I said?”

The man had already begun to leave,

And stopped right near the door.

As he began to come back toward me,

I thought he might kick me some more.

But with a wicked grin he said,

“Sorry ‘bout that, my friend.

My actions were uncalled for –

I just lose it now and then.”

“Why, everyone needs to blow off steam.”

I said to him, “That’s true.

So the next time I get really mad,

I’m gonna come looking for YOU.”

Well, his eyes kinda popped and he staggered back,

And he knocked a few books off the shelf.

He said, “Look, I promise, next time I’m mad,

I’ll keep it to myself.”

I said, “That’s great! It’s settled then.

Now don’t ever forget what you said.

Oh, there’s one more thing, before you go –

I owe you a KICK IN THE HEAD.”

THE END

AUTHOR’S NOTE: Please do not kick others in the head. Or anywhere, for that matter. 

Posted on October 8, 2010 - by Gary Applegary

Tears Of Krypton

Tears Of Krypton

He fell from the sky,

To live, or to die.

To set things right.

Superman cried.

He fought for good,

Did all he could.

How hard he’d tried.

Superman cried.

The people chose

To grace oppose.

Honor defied

Superman cried.

So darkness fell,

Brought pain, brought hell.

Loosed lethal tide.

Superman cried.

When all was done,

Evil had won.

War, genocide.

Superman cried.

He felt the cold.

Felt ill, felt old.

Felt dead inside.

Superman cried.

Then he was gone.

A star moved on.

A planet died.

Superman cried.

END.

Posted on October 8, 2010 - by Gary Applegary

Yesterday’s Man

Yesterday’s man
Has an obsolete plan.
Squandering what he could become
Pondering what he should have done.