culture trunk-show: And where are the girls?

Churchill Downs
Post 6.57
The first of the
Triple Crown
But where are the girls?
There have been
Female horses
That have slide
Past thier male
Counterparts
But it is rare
For a female
To have the strength
To be any opposition
Not that there are not
Other options
Such as the jockeys
Female jockeys
Were not unknown
In the past
When they needed
Small size
And skills
Now the men
Are just bred
Little
And given training
For the endurance
Of two minutes
Of flying through
The air.
And then there are
Those Hats!
A timeless tradition
When one goes
Shopping with ones
Own money
And then the
Day of the race
Goes to find
Not the tickets
But the accessories
Only to find
Another woman
Has stolen the show
All that work
And no play
Those beauties
Striding around
Just waiting
For a lady
To bet on them
To be given
That ultimate trophy
Roses!
This is the running
Of the roses
They also include
A purse prize
And glory for the owner
Cindy, cindy
Where is my hat
Oh it is on your head
Ever have one of those
Friends you just don't trust?
Always the smart one
But you know
She was committed
When she was a teenager
You see, she has
A problem
She really believes
She is the one and only
Princess
And I am aware
That my mother
Has taken her to
Europe instead of me
All my cute stories
She knows by heart
And is not more
Convincing
But threatening
Than I am myself.
Which is why
Some step in fear
Around her mother
One of those
Extreme Berkeley
Students with a gun
Robbed many banks
In her days
As a young girl
Always willing
To lend a hand
At anything
As long as it
Means violence
No wonder
Cinders of the ashes
Is a little bit nutty
And alot foolish
In her efforts
To inform me
That she is the real one
Wonder if she knows
How many times
Others have complained
About her showing up
Instead of me
And she is neither
Prettier than me
Nor smarter
Just has my mother
Lying for her
As usual or she
Might take out a knife
And hide in a closet
Waiting to get even
Which reminds me
That Danville estate
My father was given
Another one of those
White Elephants
We were going to be
Living in a new development
Large houses
With expensive owners
In a place located
Near both Berkely
And the Silicon valley
He was going to run
The real estate office
In order to sell off
All the lots
And help in the design
Of these places
To pay off the last
Escapade of his wife
I won some contest
And sat sitting with my prize
Rose trees
Two dozen of them
To be planted
I recall the roses
Of the old place
Running along the path
Towards the boulevard
And here i was expecting
My family instead of hers
To show up
We had been living
There for awhile
With the boys
Attending a private school
While i was going
To a public college
My smarts had earned
Me a place a two year
Instead of being admitted
To the University
With my scholarship
That would also go to
Cinderella the stepdaughter
Whereas I worked
Everyday to pay off
That bedroom set
Someone else had decided
I needed instead of
The antiques stolen
By Kenneth Gillette
And his wife
Gail Garloff
Always good about it
Taking those old things
Off of our hands
And reselling them
While we wondered
Why there were holes
In our bathrooms and kitchens
They even took
The Kitchen sinks
And the old fashioned toilets!
Never trust those people
They even send in
Thier friends
To take over
Hence cindys
Parents arrived
To take me home
Wondered had happened
To my real brothers
Already taken by
Suzie and Betty
Hostages in this game
Of theirs of never
Allowing us to have
Our own way
Just because
They were raised wrong
Just not Christians
And yes she did do that
As well, show up
In college
Took over my congregation
And then moved
In with the other witch
Only to have my
Bedroom set show up
As her explanation
Her parents made her
Pay them for it
She never used it
As she always slept
With Lindheimer
Who has taken over
Management
Of my grandparents
Homes turning them
Into business
For profit
For herself
While her daughter
Nicole took my photo
Scholarship as well
Cindy does not know
How obvious it is
As she arrives with my hat
On her head
While I hold an umbrella over mine
That I know she is planning
To sleep with my husband
As well as tell my son
She is his real mother
Just as her mother
Sits down to explain
To me that I am hers
What did they take
In those old days
LSD
Still seeing
Crazy things
And i know
My cousin John
Who was there when
I was born
Is going to not tell me
That he has been informed
That it is not Jessica S
But Cindy Peggs
Who is his real neiece
When is it going to end?
When the buzzer goes off?
When the race is won?
When that Japanese filly
Flies right past
His American counterparts?
I have been called many things
But never the
Real relative
By my own
Who hide it from me
What I already know
And cant fathom
Why they did not listen
To the judges or doctors
About my mothers mental condition
His name is Brent
By the way
Who insists he is my husband
Even though he sits
With another one
And has no marriage license
Thats right you have
Already had sex with that one
Does Anita know
You had her boyfriends baby?
Juan Barron
By the way is the kid
Who says he is my son
Teresas plight of homelessness
Her boys have never been
To America
They don't know anything
Have never had a hamburger
Nor worn shoes
For gods sake
Would we not help her out?
She has helped herself
To everything of mine
And her son has told
The locals that I am
His prostitute mother!
I am no prostitute
And I don't have any
STD's
Thats sexually transmitted disease
Although I understand
That if I use a public bathroom
I get reported for such a thing
That goes way beyond
Gossip girls
Treason and treachery
Go hand in hand
With the devil
But don't worry
Just smile girls
In the end
Jehovah reigns supreme
The question is
Are you one of his
Or one of the other guys?
Forever young
Does he have wings?
We shall see this Saturday...

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Thursday, May 2, 2024

And where are the girls?

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