Wednesday, March 25, 2015


"A psychological malaise supposedly affecting wealthy young people, symptoms of which include lack of motivation, feelings of guilt, and a sense of isolation."
 - Wikipedia

Now affluenza's in the news,
A malady owned by the rich;
It shows the kind of life they choose,
That guilt can cause a nasty itch.

Their greed remains their true disease,
If they were poor, then they would steal;
They think more luxuries will ease
The existential pain they feel.

To fight their numbness and malaise,
They buy fast sport cars to impart
Some meaning to their empty days,
Or plan new shopping malls to start.

Although they think their way is right,
Their lifestyle never could bring peace,
But affluenza's their affair,
And seems to be on the increase.

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

The headline writer's challenge

The headline writer knows the score;
His job? Describe the story's core.
The words he chooses must impart
The meaning at the story's heart.

On deadline, tense, he conquers dread
As pressures mount to move ahead;
Words flood his mind at breakneck speeds
To tell the reader what he needs.

Despite his zeal, words he selects
May leave the reader lost, perplexed.
His challenge will not go away;
He has to face it every day.

Saturday, March 21, 2015

The first day of spring

Despite the fact that spring is here -
The equinox came yesterday -
Winter stayed on, and it was clear
A heavy snow was on the way.

It started snowing after dawn,
And showed no signs of losing steam;
Before the day had come and gone,
The spring was just a distant dream.

We tell ourselves we know the score;
We like to brag about our role.
We claim we handle what's in store,
But nature's really in control.

Friday, March 20, 2015

On napping

When taken by the need to nap,
Don't fight the urge, it's always apt.
Your body knows when you need rest,
Though you may think your brain knows best.

No matter if you tease or spin it,
The nap will win, so just begin it.
And if you were to stay awake?
How much misery could you take?

Sleep deprivation isn't fun
For you, for me, or anyone.
Your nap is not the least bit odd;
It's restful in The Land of Nod.

Tuesday, March 17, 2015

Saint Patrick's Day

(Apologies to Dr Seuss)

'Tis fine, the wearin' of the green;
On Paddy's Day it's always seen,
But spare me, please! I think it queer,
To sit around and quaff green beer.

I do not like to drink green beer,
I do not like it far, or near.
Corned beef and cabbage, I'll forsake;
My thirst by other means I'll slake.

Monday, March 16, 2015

If wishes were horses...

"If wishes were horses, beggars'd ride,"
Cliches like that we just can't abide;
Conditional verbs are what we use,
If fantasy's the thing to choose.

If we speak in indicative mood,
Describe reality unimproved,
Avoid all need for expectation,
We leave no room for speculation.

But if you were queen, I'd be your king,
And we could achieve 'most anything;
Our lives would not be lean or frugal,
(If only we had stock in Google).

Sunday, March 15, 2015

Beware the ideas of March

We're all excited on this day,
"Cause half of March has passed away,
But spring ain't sprang until it's sprung,
And winter's final song's been sung.