What are the numbers?
What are the chances?
150th running of the Kentucky Derby!
Fierceness is the fastest
But is not expected to win
Just because it would be too much.
Saturday we will know
Who really is the fastest
This year of the races....
My mother lived in a dream world
She had already suffered
Too much as a child
Of the war years
And never got over
Her mothers betrayal
Of getting married again
And not allowing
Her to be an only child.
She would do things
That just were not right
Such as the scenes
In Paris
Sitting an outdoor table
Having our coffee
In those days
They got invited a lot
Too places because
Of their parents
Being in the war
But his degree
Was never good enough
Around other greedy people
Such as Candy
Who always got involved
And then gave his jobs away
To others in the Truth
She does not know
Any better having been
Raised by the wrong woman
Who never instilled in her
Christian virtues
But how to always
Lie cheat and steal
From everybody
Especially those
Who were just receiving
Thier rewards for having
Taken care of others
And done the right thing
In those days
The European Hotel
Would have meals
Inclue'
Which meant that at some
Point during the night
They would sit down
And eat everything
In front of them
But in the morning
The Papa would be sitting
With his four children
Wondering what to do
And no one in those days
Really had cash
So he would drink
His coffee
Which I was always
Coveting for myself
And the one meal
He could afford
Would be split
Between us
As it was thought
We would be getting
A free meal somewhere
Else during the day
As many traveled
And would make the offer
Which is why my parents
Were unindated with items
Such as tires or washing machines
As payment for some job
My father would end up
Doing for them as his own
Government jobs
Would have suddenly disappeared
It would go this way....
I would get the juice
Which was always
Orange!
Which makes me pee
Sideways
I am allergic to citrus
So then they would offer
Or by mistake
I would get the other one
Which was red
And wine
For breakfast
Sister usually
Got the cheese
And a brother
The bread
While the last one
Would either get
An egg or
Something else
Not the usual
American Breakfast
French eat
Bread and cheese
Eggs were rare
While stewed prunes
Was most common
One can imagine
That none of us
Were happy
Except for sister
Who just kept eating
Her fromage
No sharing with her
And then would fall off
The Eiffel towere
Or something worse
I was frightened
She was going to die
One day which
Is what did happen
At one of those places
We were one of those
Families that camped
Through France and Europe
Then would get an offer
In England
To stay at a castle
Which was a one down
Musuem or fort
And not Buckingham
Peeling an orange
Was one of my brothers
Favorite things to do
Cursing each piece
As he shoved it into his mouth
They would later learn
To eat from the garden
Cauliflower or broccoli
Raw not even cooked
I did keep after
The salad
As it was the lest expensive
Thing on the menu
Later when Jimmy
Came to live with us
And boys were taken away
Because my mother would
Get hysterical at some point
And call the cops
On my father
Because she did not want
Something or other
How I wished I could
Have had coffee
In those days
But my father needed
To have a clear head
Anyways Jimmy
Wanted Pizza everyday
Or would endure
Chinese food
Where I was ordered
A grilled cheese sandwich
I would sit there wondering
Which movie we were reliving
While attempting to think
How that bread was going
To react to my stomach
Which was bad
And where had my brothers
Gone to?
We did get them back
From time to time
But never when Jimmy
Was there as his parents
Did not want him
To keep playing
With the little girl
Which turned out to be
My mother whose brains
Had developed cancer
Her life was never good
But she made it worse
Because we could not get
People from taking advantage
Of her all the time
Who believes someone
Is going to give them
The very house one is living
Or the promised items
Of the daughter?
Only people such as
Candy and Anne Marie
Whereas Betty A
Did not bother to ask
She presumed
And kept going to visit
The Queen herself
We were not even...
And don't mention
Porridge or oatmeal
To any of us
Especially the one we lost
She did die in a staged
Auto accident
While the rest of us
Had to learn
To run faster
Than the others
They made it in the end
The boys
But is was difficult
With Suzie P
And Gary C
Insisting they were
Thier parents
How often I would walk
By my brothers
Or vis versa
Without recognition
And then cry myself
To sleep
Why or why
Does Bridget G
Not want to be
Joanna Cassidy's daughter?
How it goes on and on
And when one does get ahead
They show up with needles
And stuff you into a trunk
I have watched my brothers
Suffer this and then sit there
The next time and blame me
Because thy don't remember
Being mickyed or ruffied
I know it happens
And can usually hear
The voice of the annoying
Candy Gillette Johnston Fitzjohn Thompson Galiotto
Or is it Channing
Taylor, Norma
Claims to have given birth
To her but while her husband
Was in prison
She did things
Such as housekeeping
And laundry
For others in the theater
District of Oakland
Why?
Carole Channing
Always gets in my face
Any time I attempt
To get her candy
In trouble with the law
??????
Once a long time ago
I outdistanced
These thugs and rougues
But they got together
And don't allow one
To know when they have
In fact won the race
What ever happened
To fairness
Or Christianity
Much less humanity?
Bless you
Fierceness
May the best horse
Win without injections of tranquilizers....
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