Don’t Call It Love, My Favorite Mistake
Life is funny
Kinda sad, kinda strange
When the one you love, and marry
Aren’t one and the same
Call it addiction
Call it a drug
Call it poison
But don’t call it love
Life is crazy
Kinda weird, kinda dumb
If the one you give your heart to
Turns out to be the wrong one
Call it a dream
Call it lust
Blame on hormones
But don’t call it love
Heard about love
In poems and songs
How can something that feels so right
Turn out to be so wrong
Let’s go down to the chapel
And, tie the knot
Maybe it’s love
Maybe it’s not
Here’s to wedding dresses
Here’s to wedding cakes
Here’s to love
And my favorite mistake
Here’s to love
And all the hearts it breaks
A tune about old folks loving life and having fun, cause fun isn’t just for the young ones. Stay Young at heart.
“We don’t stop playing cause we get old, we get old because we stop playing” George Bernard Shaw
No one can scarcely remember much about Benedict Arnold other than it’s a name you wouldn’t want to be called. It became an adjective for being a “traitor”, a “hypocrite”, a “two face” and a “loser”. History has a way of putting people like Mr Arnold and others of questionable character into proper perspective. For example, how about the term “Soup Nazi”? Or, the unflattering comparisons related to being a Judas, or a Jim Crow or an Uncle Tom. Then there’s the infamous cliche of drinking Jim Jone’s “Cool-aide”. And who could ever forget Ivan the Terrible or Typhoid Mary. It’s true, our actions ultimatly dictate our epitaph.
In a hundred years from now the name Trump will be remembered synonymously with someone who’s a liar, a cheat, a bully, a racist, a narcissist and an over all unsavory character. In the future it will be common to substitute “Trump” for expletives or curse words such as, “He’s got his head up his Trump.” “Go Trump yourself”. “You really got Trumped on”. “That’s a bunch of Trump.” “You can kiss my Trump.” “I gotta take a Trump”. Children will have their mouth’s washed out with soap for calling someone a low down “mother Trumper”. Graffiti artist will tag subways, buildings and walls with “Trump-isms” such as “What you’re seeing and what you’re reading is not what’s happening.”
Someday there will be Heavy Metal Bands bearing his moniker, for instance “Trump and the Dead Dictators”. Insolent teenagers will wear black tee shirts bearing the face of a sneering Trump. These bands will make Ozzie and Slip Knot look like Lawrence Welk..
He will become one of the most famous anti-heroes and will be known as“Terrible Trump the Orange Menace.” His superpower will afford him the ability to turn lies into the truth. He can turn peace into chaos and tranquility into drama. He’ll have the power to throw lightening bolts of hate and create divisiveness with his loud mouth thunder. He’ll make the Hulk and Godzilla look like Pee wee Herman and Mary Poppins. His kryptonite is truth, humility and compassion.
As the saying goes, “Careful what you ask for”. Donald got what he wanted——— eternal fame—-but I’m sure not in the manner he had expected. But, if the shoe fits the mouth, then insert it.
Well, it’s time for me to stop “Trumping” around and get the “Trump” out of here.
A funny video about the Corona Virus. Intended to entertain and educate.
soundtrack Idaho by Gregory Alan Isakov
And maybe this is all we get
A few years on a blue spinning ball
circling around an ordinary star
We’re god’s orphaned children swinging from monkey bars
In what feels like a not so ordinary life
Take my clothes off in the dark
I wonder where this is all leading
In my sleep, you invade my dreams
memories swinging on worn-out bedsprings
I took a wrong turn last night
and drove past your house with its backdrop of fading sun
Your house, with children toys on the front lawn
I wonder what having a family with you would have been like
I suddenly felt pathetic, like a stalker, a trespasser
Like a sleazy peeping tom, I’m fueled with shame and excitement