Mr. Hebdo Gave me a Wedgie.


Mr. Hebdo sat on my head and wouldn’t stop pulling my beard,
How could I hold to my lovely distraction when dealing with something so weird?
Mr. Hebdo laughs like an imp who spills all the drinks on the floor,
Ruining carpets and taking a toll on my sanity just like a bore.

Mr. Hebdo, why do you make my life such such a notable pain?
How can you live with yourself when it’s all you can do just to drive me insane?
Mr. Hebdo patted my back and brought me back down to the Earth,
Bade me to look out the window to see all the neighbors inflated with worth,

Mr. Hebdo gave me a wedgie only to help me to see,
How that we need to be brought down a peg, and he whispered “Je suis Charlie.”


Holy Smokes!


I didn’t see flames from over the hill,
But, the smoke rolled in that evening,
The invisible bits filled up my lungs,
So, they told me “Watch your breathing.”

What I Heard Today (Technology & Family (NPR))


I heard some news on the radio,
It was about parents and children,
and how they get lost behind the screen,
with family relationships frozen,

It’s not the kids with the smartphones,
It’s the parents with so much to work on,
And that’s how they miss their kids’ funny grins,
And the sounds meant to grab one’s attention,

It’s not that the parents are careless,
But our brains are just what they are,
At our heart we are limited creatures,
We can attend to so little at once,

My phone’s been dead for a while now,
And I’m the happier for it,
I’ll get around to repairing things,
Till then I’ll smell the roses,