Little Pussy feet

 

We are a marching,

We are marching,

Marching!

Little tiny pussy feet

Are coming to you

Paris!

Yup, even you get

A protest march

Of farm tractors

They have been heading

Your way for awhile

At a slow steady pace

They are coming

And they will be arriving

Any day now.

Be prepared for them.

They mean business

They brought their work

Implements with them.

Not calculators

Nor wrenches

But the very things

They work with in the field

They mean business

And want you to understand

They are tired of the pay wages.

They want a change

And they intend 

To block your traffic

Including your bicyclists

Beware they are not 

Fluffy little kittens.

What say you

Paris?

Not even one thing

Have you not had 

Thrown at you

Once you committed

To allowing the Olympics

In your fine city.

Protests, fires, bedbugs....

Anyways you say 

You now want to limit

The crowd numbers.

I once lived there 

In Paris

We had an entire 

Apartment building

Which was reduced 

To one single room

With no room 

To lay down

Because someone 

Named Brent W

Had to have his way

He went around 

Altering all of the places

Of my mother 

In order to satisfy himself

All the time 

Holding a woman

Whom he called his wife

Named Dawn

But I am not married to him

And now that he has divorced

This woman I had nothing left

Between Brent and Juan

I have had a hell of a time.

I bet I don't even have 

A boat left in Paris

Nor a registered bicycle!

Here even the old metal red barn

Was first taken from me

And then set on fire.

Jimmy says he is married

To Teresa

Who only has a "religious"

Incident recorded 

In Reno and not 

At the civil registry

But a drive through chapel

Then Jimmy says he wanted

To adopt her boys

John and Alex

Instead they were going

To be drafted

And Jimmy is anti military

He could not adopt them

But when Teresa got caught

Without her green card

They went through the process

Of her sons were so young

And had never been allowed

All those things American

They needed a chance to stay

Instead they have been running

Around using my name 

And claiming me as their mother

Destroying all the things 

My father and I 

Did for San Diego

As elected government officials

Our thanks was to be treated

As if we are illegals.

Three strikes law

Jimmy still applies

All you need is one more

Conviction to go away

For life.

You have a stolen

Drivers license

My fathers actually

A stolen birth certificate

My mothers had a still born

In 1960

Convicted of an abortion 

As the time required

But not sent to prison

Had a funeral for him

Which was in the newspaper.

And a false marriage license

Not even registered 

At the civil authorities

And I know you were

Deported a number of times

As an illegal born

In Germany 

Prior to my fathers

Untimely death.

The first time I met you

You tried to kill me

And the next time

And the next time.

As for the last time

I still have a concussion

From your banging my head.

I recall being trapped under

The glass elevator

At Fashion Valley

And being in a black bag

At Golden hall.

You even had 

Juan push me into 

A trolley

As its ramp deployed

Trapping me feet 

I understand you are 

After my feet now

I almost lost them that day

And now that you 

Are having your multiple wives

Who work at various 

Medical places

Claim I have diabetes

You are having them

Threaten me about them.

I cant feel them 

Because of the auto accident

But you want them cut off.

I see the many different

People around me

Who have had their limbs

Removed

Including their feet.

That kind of cruelty

Just to annoy me

Just to let me know

Taking other peoples

Feet.

Comely are the feet

Of the messengers.

You always wanted

To be the one

To give people the word

No matter what it was

It had to come from you.

But even righteous 

King David 

Killed the wrong messengers

Who arrived before 

His assigned ones.

Little pussy feet

Are coming to you

Jimmy 

But they are not mine

They will arrive

Without a sound

But be carrying 

An implement of their job

Guns not in their holsters

The authorities have become aware

Of you and your family.

There is no way to hide

On Del Sol court

They are coming to you

Police on pussy feet

Quietly arriving

Just because 

You call that edible?

 

Nacho 

The orange one

In master chief

Bobby Flay

Has decided to have

His own brand

Of culinary delights

Cooked by his own

Cat slave 

Does not impress

My cat Jacques

He is turning his nose up

He bites me 

In the leg

Wants something to eat

What am I supposed to do?

I bought the box

Imagining he would

Appreciate it.

He hates it.

Poor Mr. Flay

Cant cook 

To satisfy my 

Charteaux!

My mistake

I was raised around

Expensive breeds

And recall buying one

At the last Cat Fanciers

But immediately lost it.

While I thought the cat

Across the hall

Was familiar

I did not believe

My fortune

In obtaining

A kitten

With the regal

Blue gray coloring

But he has copper gold eyes

Not blue as they should be

After some investigation

It seems I received 

A kitten from 

A hot mamma

Stolen pure bred

Forced to put out litters

To satisfy someone else's desires.

Meanwhile,

Across that pond

Monsieur!

Would you please

Pull out another one.

It seems someone has 

Decided to soup

The Mona Lisa

Over environmentalism.

If one was really 

Worried about the environment

They would not be buying

Cheap soup

An entire industry 

Those contaminants

The area around it.

Not like Julia Child

Who was taught 

The careful ways

Of real French cooking

Not the Marxist

Values of the younger generation

Which lowers itself

To purchasing the very thing

That is causing the environment

To be polluted

Just as the politics

Religion and news

Has been pollutted

By the current generation

Which just wants

To misbehave

But not actually abide

By their own code.

And destroying works of art.

For what end?

It will not make a better world

Museums are all we have left

Of what was once culture

And society

None of the modern stuff

Is worth the canvas

It is painted on.

Take Warhol 

For instance

The infamous 

Can of tomatoes soup.

Just because he could not afford

To buy flowers instead.

By the way 

That was not the real one

Hanging in the Louvre

There are hundred of them

The Mona Lisa

It was stolen so many times

And resold to so many

Different people

That there are copies

Worthy of being hung.

A frozen lady

With bad teeth

Could not really smile

But did follow one

With her eyes.

And that setting behind her

That artist at least

Went out of his way

To afford such a view

By working for it.

Another one!

We need a replacement

One of those great forced copies

Who would believe the real one

Would be hanging on the wall?

And with those French farmers

Rioting and striking

Using their tractors

To get attention

For reform.

Emmanuel, who is like god,

Has more than enough

On his plate at this time.

I bet his dogs would eat

Nachos culinary delight.

Oh Jacques

How would you like 

A little trip?

To Paris 

Where we could eat

Real food not produced

In a factory

And you can scratch and bite

Any tourist you like....

Meanwhile,

Hopefully the young woman

Is being acquainted 

With cleanup 

And trash removal

As her part

In civic duty 

Just because 

She choice not 

To eat her soup.

Really,

A curators secret

The real one

Is in the vault!

Due to insurance reasons

They cant put it up.

Really,

Anyone knows

That something

So special 

Has to put out 

Of harms way.

The real one

Is always 

In a secure location.

Unlike this newest

Version

Of Frankie Drake

Series about a girl detective

One can recall

All the different versions

Of this Toronto based story

Where she gets to meet

Everyone important

Including Agatha Christie

They are attempting

To tell us what life 

Was really like

During those years.

It was the Germans 

Who rewrote history.

Its true!

Check the facts

They got caught

Altering everything

To their white version.

Do you know

This girl

Lauren Lee Smith

Looks just like

Cathy Lynn Miller

Not the name on her birth certificate

Ran a fraud on this ignorant 

School district

Where she posed 

As a poor person

Living with a family

Not her own

In order to stalk

And harass another girl

She had so many girls

That they are spread out

Across the screens

This one was born in

June of 1980

When she was missing from school

And I who was in a environmental

Class got caught 

Having my menstrual cycle

On the last day of school

To the embarassment

Of everyone

Who just cant

Stop following one

Into the bathroom.

With that name

She probably got

The kid named

David Smith

Whose parents 

Ended up getting divorced

While he was in everything

From orchestra to theater

Only to fail afterwards

Spends his time in the park

Now that he has nothing left.

After a  25 year old crybaby

Was allowed to trump

Across the stage

To shake hands

With the shady Murphy

Whose wife kept showing up

Everywhere I attempted. 

To get away from 

This monstrosity

Whose mother

Was a victim of rape

Not something they talked about

But with Cathys personality

The trauma of having

To raise the by product

Of a mad rapist.

Blackman is her real name

Not Miller

Which is Mrs. Christies

Maiden name

Agatha Miller Christie

The false one are always

Visible even in their 

Maddening attempts to get 

Someone else caught

Probably says I am 

Her mother instead.

Not likely 

As I am the one 

Who cant have babies

A drug addict I presume

Whom I am going 

To bring criminal charges

If she prevents me 

From my daily life

Which does not include

Causing harm to others possessions.

Gourmet food fantasies

That is what the supplanter

Dreams about with his paws waving in the air....

Can women be taken seriously in politics?

 

The story of two 

Female Ambassadors

Are they real?

They come from 

Different backgrounds

Born different decades

Have had the same type

Of education and marriages

They even made it up 

The ladder towards

Ambassadorship

Good enough

To represent America

But not good enough?

Trump and Biden

Aside is  it possible

For a woman to be taken

Seriously in politics?

There is the knowledge

That no woman 

Has ever made it past

The forums

Except Kamala 

Who was carried into

The Oval Office

By Joseph

Without the permission

Of the entire populace.

We might be interested

In this upcoming

Election 2024

If it was Kamala

Versus Nikki

Not that they would

Want a cat fight

Most of these modern

Ones want to stand

On alone with their backs

Not facing their opponent

Trump versus Haley

Has already died 

Trump vs Biden

Has already been played

They also offer equal

Problems and resolutions

They can offer the hope

Of the past 

America is not going 

To go down

But what else is there?

All the newer ones

Had to bow out

They both have 

Problem children

And multiple marriages

Which one 

Which one is the right one?

Whereas if the women

Were to go up against 

Each other

They both have family

From India

And teenage children

Who have of yet

Gotten caught 

Doing anything wrong.

Loving husbands

Willing to be 

Second Gentleman

But is it a reality?

Than there is the sad story

Of the Kennedys

All that promise

Ambassadors children

And grandchildren

Only Bobbie Jr.

And little Caroline

Are still in the ring.

The others back out

Or just went home.

No fault of their own.

If John Jr. 

Had gone forward....

The press would have

Eaten him alive.

Just as Bobbie 

Has not found

A place to jump

Into the race

Too much interference

Or inference

No match

For the common man

Bent on deceiving 

His closest neighbor

Well, who are you

Voting for?

Caroline and Nikki

Even have similar

Looking families

Thier children

Are perfect

Yet Caroline

Will never fill 

The shoes

Of her father

While Nikki

Has a long way

To go before

She sleeps

In the White House

Little Red riding hood

Is not going to find

Herself being escorted

When non of the others

Have made it through

The woods.

The really big 

Question 

Is

Do we need

To have a woman

Represent us ?

We are American

We don't stand 

On tradition

We don't need

Any of that 

Do we?

As long 

As the Oval office

Has a qualified 

Occupant

There is nothing 

To worry about

Where did you come from?

 

Where did you come from?

I just came past

The Devil a walking

Along the same road

As I

But a going the other way

He asked my name

Unwillingly it came out

As if from behind me

He nodded and kept

On going making

A note in his book

You be fine.

Might stay home

Tomorrow

Sleep in for once

I wont be a seeing

You not for a long while...

I heard the place

I left was hit in the night

No one was left alive

I heard this the next

Morning on my walk

Back towards my work

My destination 

The night before 

Was home where I spent

A restless night

Wondering if I had dreamed

Or was delirious ...

No one knew 

What had happened 

But everything was gone

I kept silent

Not wanting to complain

To be left behind

Might warrant 

Another visitation

Of someone I did 

Not care to know....

Kind of like 

Knowing Jimmy

And having one of those

Shivers down your spine

Knowing he was going to come back

They are two men missing

At sea

Or are they really?

One never does know

With the military

One could run across

A General just sitting there

Out in the open

With no one to know him

But Jimmy never leaves

Anything alone

There is another flood

One woman complained

Of not being in Louisiana

Honey this is California 

No one knows what

The next day will be

Not in weather

Nor in politics

And your neighbors 

Might disappear

In the middle of the night

While your own dog

Will find you where

They take you to get away.

There are things one does 

Not want to see in this life

I saw a whole walled bookcase

Of Bibles that my family

Had once owned

Including my favorite

One from 1655

It sold for 1678 dollars

Seemed cheap 

But no one cares 

For real books 

Nowadays

Those books were 

Well-guarded all those years

And then those wolves

Pretending to be sheep

Came in and threw 

Away five generations

Of hope and grief

When will it end?

When Candy acknowledges

She is Lisa mother

And not mine

Little Lisa 

The Weasel 

Has been told so many times

She thinks she has a pinky

Agreement with Satan himself

And Candy has his phone number

Blazened inside her head

While Jimmy just sits back

And enjoys everyone's else's

Misery.

Flooding Ebay 

This very day

Are a bunch of unwanted

Books of the Orthodox nature

Not King James Bibles

Who spent 400 years

Being caressed 

And placed firmly

On the family piano

But Greek orthodox liturgy

And some of them

In the Slavic language

As well as the vestments

Velvet, gold plated and nickel

All types of items

In all sorts of economics

Being offered altogether

Along with wooden icons

From those people 

Over there

Did those millions.

Of people who ran away

To no place at all

Leave them behind

In their homes?

Or were the churches

Robbed along the way?

Don't know how old these items

But their appearance is as new

Well-loved once.

But no longer needed

Perhaps someone else's

Private collection

Has been raided

To pay for their time

Watching your places

Not your backs

No intention of doing right

By you or your people

They just want your money

Even if it is by selling your precious

The smell of boiled mutton

Waffles around the nostrils

Maybe I will sleep in tomorrow....

Best plans go amiss

The best laid plans

Of mice and men

Go amiss

All too easily

When others get 

Involved

Where they do not

Belong at all.

Oh how the world

Would be different

If not for Waterloo

Or Water gate!

Now Desantis

Has backed out

Of the race

As has Christie

Which leaves only

Poor little Nikki

To run up

Against the big bad

Trump

Poor little Red Riding Hood

Is she going to be eaten

Or rescued?

The story goes

Both ways

One she meets her end

And another 

A hunts man

Comes to her rescue...

It was all planned

So well to get rid

Of the rif raf

Poor beggar 

Turn to riches

Made his way 

Through real estate

The Internal Revenue Service

Was mighty interested 

But no man would

Consider not paying them

After all they incarcerated

Even Al Capone

For non payment

It is like getting 

An overdue fine

From the Library!

One of my many 

Flaws.

When I had my auto accident

No one wanted to help 

I had just enrolled

In one of those dream courses

Asian arts

It included India

As well as China and Japan

I could not afford

The book

Over a hundred dollars

Picked up the only copy

At the library

And it did not get back

For at least thirty days.

I provided proof 

Of being in hospital

They were not amused

A twenty dollar fine

Was paid in full.

They were not amused.

It is all a body 

Can do to sruvive

Without something

Such as that hanging

Over your head.

I am not amused

For all the bad things

Have altered

The plan 

That was devised

Survive my mothers

Mental illness

Get yourself 

Back in school

To go back 

To your prior

My previous employment

Instead they did everything

They could to deny

Me the right just to a life

They wanted revenge

From the Gordons

To the Greens

None of them Goforth's

Why cant they just

Leave me alone?

Not their plan.

Well the world 

Moves on with 

Or without you.

Alec is facing charges

Again for his accident

Who  is stupid enough

To point a gun

And have it loaded

In front of a group

Of people

With cameras!

Worse than having guns

Pointed at him

Cameras to take it down.

Maybe he has gone looney

In his old age.

Because only Jimmy

Would be stupid

Enough to expect

To get away from it.

And he was living 

Just down the road

When that occured

I know because

I had my court case

In New Mexico

Which I attended 

Via tele 

My lawyer and I 

In California

While the Judge

And Jimmy sat there

I was told I had lost

And then got approved

Anyways 

After the Pandemic

Is that really over?

I was not sure

We would not be hit

By a backlash

But then there are

So many things

To die of nowadays.

Walking down the street

Sitting in a cafe

Or just being the wrong

Ethnicity

Jimmy has it all now

He has planned

And plotted

To just have his way

When was a President

Under so much scrutiny

Not since Jimmy

Or Shawn 

Stepped into town

Saw what trouble 

He could cause

All those stupid people

The little mutant 

Went after all of them

Just because

He was born to the wrong

Woman

Camille Bullocks

She was his mother

But he was not married

To his father

Captain Kangaroo

Her husband 

Caused him alarm

He had to have his hand

The guy became the first

Walter Washington

Mayor of DC

After my father

Was elected mayor

Of South San Diego

And later Palm Springs

He sat on a number

Of offices

My father

The child genius

Who could play the violin

Like an angel

And without eye sight

But got the shift 

From everyone

Died  from the afflictions

Of society

Just as others

Before him 

Who had a plan

And a dream.

What are we to do

With the mess 

We know have

Living hand to mouth

The Capital

Cant keep their budget

Under control

We had another stop 

Passed to keep 

Us America 

From going bankrupt.

Are we going to see

The end of Biden?

And the effort

Of equality?

Or are we going

Back to Trump

Who was not a bad guy

Just not the usual 

Status qou

When the March winds

Come through those windy

Streets of the Foggy Bottom

It will not be with an end

To the Russian Federation

It will still be standing

And hopefully

So will America

Preferably without Jimmy....

 

A sad day for a sorrowful lady

My mothers daydream

When she was little

Was her mothers funeral.

Since my grandmother

Had been a radio announcer

During the war years

She had been well-known

For a spoiled child

As my mother was

Those years of meeting

Famous people

In the Green room

While her mother introduced

Them or interviewed them

And then afterwards

When they sometimes

Were included into the festivities

My mother had to sit in the corner

While they wined and dined

She just sat there dreaming

Of the day her own mother

Would lie in state

For they also went to funerals

And a few weddings

All those people

Would come by 

And she would curtsey

And hold out her hand

For them to kiss

Not shake

They would bring her presents

As in the old days

And perhaps invitations

As they had so many 

Times been invited

While her own father

Had parachuted behind 

Enemy lines

Spending every day

In order not to become

A German POW

And  waiting for that day

When he would go home

To his loving wife's arms

And his doting child's embrace....

On this day 

Just after winning 

The Caucus in Iowa

Former President Trump

Stood next to his third wife

Melanie as she welcomed

Her mother into the church

She gave a eulogy

Of her mothers life

Having lived in the Soviet sector

Of eastern Europe

Life was different

Then from now

Amilija

Had also survived

The War years

Then married 

Had a child

Watched the Soviets

Come to an end

As she had watched

The Nazis fall

She even watched 

Her own daughter

Become a model

And then the mother

Of the Presidents son.

Her life had been 

Bitter and hard

But she preservered

Is that what Melanie

Said at her funeral today?

I don't know

I am without television

Can only imagine

What to speak

About a hausfrau

She lived up to the challenge

After all the trouble

Her husband has had

Even his first wife's 

Death during the Pandemic

This was her day to live

One that most of us 

Don't want to know is ahead

My mother was not so much

Cruel as unable to feel anything

Her amygila had been injured

During one of the blitzes

She was never well

And her mothers fame

Diminished with television

And age

Age comes to us all

Sitting there in the sun

With two granddaughters

One not her real one

She had fallen off the roof

With her third child

And second marriage

It died in  a miscarriage

Her husband forced her 

To raise another

And the one twin

Without the other one

Not allowed to tell either

Of them what had been decided

She could still turn heads

She had been a beautiful baby

Her daughter also had beauty

But age had come upon her

She did her duty by her daughter

Her only one 

While wondering what had happened

Moving back to Los Angles

From her forced hermit life

Was a shock to her

There had been so much

She had done in the early years

Now her sister and her

Had their bridge club

They were the ones who showed up

On the day of her funeral

A quiet affair

Attended by almost no one

My mother had caused 

So much trouble over

Demanding that her miscarriage

Had not occurred

That this jimmy 

Was really her son

And not dead

He showed up after 

Shoving my grandmother

Down the stairs 

For acknowledging my

Sixteenth birthday

He sat there crying 

And carrying on how

He was going to have

To assume his responsibilities

And everything else

Was just his

All of it!

No big show for my mother

As usual spoiled

By the boy who was not hers

No front page photo

No mention on the evening news

Not even by her former colleagues 

Son now an anchor of the Evening news

She laid there still beautiful

But old and aged

At 62 she was a year short

Of collecting her old age

Her  sister brought her will

In which I was mentioned

Not Jimmy at all.

Did not go over really well.

The cops had to be called

The few of us who did show

From her huge family

Her mother had a dozen children

Sadly watched her coffin 

Be put in the away from our eyes.

I must have past out or something

The next thing I knew

We were back in that dreadful place

Up there in the once celebrity 

Studded Lakes area

Watching her being lowered

Into a grave

Far away from her birth place

As usual it said Salt Lake City

But really it was the former

French colony.

Whose funeral do you think

Was more beneficial?

The woman who interviewed 

The Lindbergs right after their son

Had been kidnapped?

Or introduced the Windsor's

As abdication of the King

Was being announced?

Or the woman whose daughter

Became the first lady of America?

Probably nothing more 

Than the size of the press.

Both women were wives and mothers

Both lived their lives

Without causing harm to others

And both died with at least one member

There to care about their deaths.

My mother had no one at all.

Not her son nor any of her

Little granddaughters 

Who still show up asking

For them to be introduced

For the usage of extortion

To people who have long

Forgotten any of us

Who lived and breathed

The news the real stuff

There was one set of friends

Who showed to my surprise

It was not they were unwelcomed

But on their honeymoon.

They have since lost their mother

Who was not unknown

Raised around each other

But never allowed to have

A relationship

By those who will not stop

Causing trouble

Even the extortioners

Thought of showing their faces

Not to offer condolences

But to make sure her will

Was not read

And she did have one.

Dear Betty Adelheaded

Has no mention of me

In her will

One of those who will not

Stop making others feel

Her pain for having done 

Nothing but causing harm.

After being convicted

Of abducting me

And attempting to kill me

She ran away from her prison

Taking me with her

Putting me up for adoption

In Germany

A woman in France 

Wanted to see me

She was once a rich woman

Having come from the south

Working at everything

To make it big

Which she did 

She was one of the biggest

Things that had hit Paris!

And then the Germans 

Came marching in.

She worked for the French

Resistance as my grandmother 

Had done during those years.

She wanted me to know

Who my grandmother

Had been to them

And said normally

She might adopt me

But I should go back

To my family

While that little bitch

Was executed for 

What she had done

To our family .

Poor Betty 

Did not stick around 

To meet this grand lady

But she died shortly 

Afterwards

And before my grandparents

Arrived from America

There was a huge funeral

Through the streets

Of Paris

For Josephine Baker

Which I walked 

With the others 

Behind her casket

To be meet by my own

Grandmother Hazel

Along with her husband

To be told to never

Again, think I was unwanted

They had both meet the 

Former Queen as a child

But were not there 

For her huge state funeral

I recall the one for Churchill

Being important to them.

But they were not important

Enough for those in the know

To keep out the ones

Who just want extortion money.

Sadly I watched on my television

The woman who altered

The modern world.

Now her son has taken over

Charles has never had a good life

It has always been beset with difficulties

He had to go in for surgery

An important event

A possible life threatening one.

But even in this he was

Upstaged

By his daughter in law

Who just had to go in for

Abdominal surgery

Kate is so skinny

What could possibly be wrong?

Maybe she had a hysterectomy.

For Jimmy!

He does enjoy wearing them...

Anyways a woman 

Passed away of whom

Not many of us knew

But got the send off

Her family desired

While the rest of us

Wait for the day 

We don't want to face

And hope there is still

A spot on the hill

To bury them.

Roses,  look for roses....

The sorrowful lady

Who attended the Orthodox 

In San Francisco instead 

Of the Catholic private school

Desires that daughters be allowed

To send their own mothers off

Without regrets that the wrong one...

Nor conspirators showing up.

Sadly it happens to us all.