Please,be Careful

Far below where the common-folks go
Are basements and caverns and holes
Barred and chained at the top
Meant to keep prying eyes out
For the safety
of the wives and children

But curiosity kills the cat
So crafty minds pick and pry
Try to loosen chains
and unlock locks
And attempt to peek
behind the walls
That forbid the seeing.

When the maelstrom rises
And dismay abounds
When the dust has settled
And order resounds
The clear eyed sleuth
Can then clearly tell
The abyss was secured
From below, from hell.

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If Yer Lucky!

Searching fer gold really aint all that easy, I done it afore I got the proper devices.

Ya gotta look and pry in all the proper crevices,

And all ya see aint really gold, they got a name for it and its called fools!

With that real gold yeh gotta speculate and dig out there where nobody else aint.

And ya gotta have a lot of special tools, like hammers and picks and dynomite, hoohee!

Now yuh can find some gold if yuh look real sharp, in the city on the corner

or in walmart. If gold there aint your type I reckon, yuh could find a woman goin your direction.

Found me a goodin’ once upon a time and I thought that I’d lost her

on the night before. Then I ‘membered that she’d passed clean out on the bar room floor.

So i hadn’t fergot, Ah jus’ didnt ‘member and she’s plumb tickled to get a ride home anyways!

Now all this tomfool talk ya think has got me away from lookin’ fer gold but yer wrong I say.

When I took ‘er home to her momma and poppa, she gifted me a three ounce golden chain !

I sold it at the pawn shop for a hunerd fifty dolla!

One year and three seasons…..

Lord protect the ignorant, for they know not what they do.If they lost the posts they have been elected to, we would be forced to care for them as well as the drunken fool who steps into something new, and tries to walk onto the congressional floor without wiping off his shoe.And all the sheep in the herd who voted and elected the wolves all dressed in wool, will need someones help before the representatives who fill the house start ordering the lamb stew. An act o congress then it would take, to keep the reps in check. Likely the order would change to chops, and all the sheep would lose their first born to pay down the government appetite. At last when all is over, Lord, I have one more prayer to ask. May the president-elect posses the inalienable right to declare himself an alien!   [To all of us, May we get through the two year election process not disliking the many politicians who will screw up our television watching, while taking our minds off the truly important happenings in the world!