Heard in the Urologist’s Office

(via moi)

“A catheter is like an ex-spouse. The best day with it is worse than the worst day without it.”

Is this joke tasteless? Of course it is. But I’m doing the best I can to rid myself of everything my recent medical experience, um, loaded into me.

Look at the bright side, beloved visitors. At least I haven’t found an appropriate New Yorker style cartoon illo to accompany this.




Poetry Lesson

Inasmuch as we’ve been talking about poetry here lately (well, I have anyway) here’s the latest and possibly the shortest, of Grant Snider’s marvelously illustrated poem/cartoons:

(Grant Snider & Incidental Comics strike again – right into the heart of creativity!)

One Acme Ton’O’Creative Beauty from Grant Snider can be found at Incidental Comics – HERE



Today’s Cultural Question

(What price glory? - Image by Mike B via pexels.com)

I’m not certain, but like yesterday’s post, thisĀ  might be poetry too.

We live during a time when the rich are richer,

The poor are even poorer,

And the middle class only exists as long as

Its children of all ages can live at home.

What’s that you’re saying, my love?”

Oh-ho, of course!

“Considering the state of things,” you wonder

What are the rich/richer doing?

Do we know?”

“They are spending, child, and encouraging the rest of us,

The poor/poorer and barely existent middle class

To do the same.”

“You mean…us? They want us to spend too?”

“Very well asked, child. And we’re

Listening, my little love

Because how in the name of the holy of holies

Can anyone resist–

An Automatic Pan Stirrer Only $37.950

A Temperature Controlled 6 oz. Smart Cup Just $99.95

An Updated Health & Fitness Tracker Merely $69.95

Another Remixed Beatles Revolver Special Edition

5 CD Boxed Set Almost 50% Off $108.99

And ever so much more–

In a world where the biggest company selling all these goodies

Has announced it’s firing thousands of workers

And another huge company, the one that

Devotes its very being to

Announcing that status of all things,

Already has sent

Thousands of its workers packing?

What a wonderful world, where,

No matter our financial or social status

We all can die clutching so much cool.

Now hush, little baby. You know you can’t

Afford to cry.



People ask why I don’t write poetry anymore…

(Thanksgiving Godot)

…I’m thinking that if I were going to answer, it might go something like this:

Hey, it’s Thanksgiving!

A day that used to mean something!

As Cordelia used to say on the TV seriesĀ Angel, “Big whoop.”

What? LB is down on Thanksgiving? (as opposed to “down with?”)

Yeppers, I’m afraid that’s so.

Because in a world where disappointment

Is the new normal

And the world’s largest energy source is ill will

This feast appears in my mind as a famine.

All I really want to do is

Go back to bed,

Where I can dream about