A Week in Rhymn

Saturday, Saturday, to thee I sing
Oh how I love you, you crazy thing
Elusive and manic, so luscious you be
I want to commit you, and not let you leave

Friday, Friday, half work half cream
A segue from toil to living the dream
Mindful of time, and in love with my pillow
I try not to squander my two day furlough

Thursday, Thursday, so sublime
A three day weekend would be divine
The boys of summer are both out of school
One precious vacation day is left in my pool
But now that I know the truth, and it's all very Zen
I know for sure how my time I should spend
So I'm taking off Friday, before they are men
avoiding the question: where the hell have you been?

Wednesday, Wednesday, now I see the light
my hopes are big, my future bright
The weekend is coming, it's almost in sight
I've conquered the hump, and own Wednesday night

Tuesday, Tuesday, so damn generic
like trying to distinguish a mink from a ferret
No highs, no lows, no four leaf clovers
may as well coma-tize till Tuesday is over

Sunday, Sunday, full of grace
days of heaven, slow of pace
it's all been good, it's all been great
to evening's hues, her magic dissipates
vacating the scene with so much haste
that the winds of Monday chap my face

Martin Luther King Day, 2013

Today, in the United States, we inaugurated Barrack Hussien Obama for the second time.

"Sonya has a bald spot"

YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS VIDEO.  The artists name is Sonya Renee, and if you haven't heard of her, allow me to facilitate.  She is a writer, poet, actress, and singer.  This is one of her performance pieces.

Having said that, all the white people in the audience annoyed me.  It's like at professional sports events, where, shall we say,  the players don't look anything like the audience.  It always reminds me of gladiators in colosseums in some far flung era gone by, or not.

Then, I thought, "but art is different".  It's important that people catch a glimpse, no matter how brief, of what it really means to not be a white male in America.  It's lately become clear to me how the plight of women crosses over all racial barriers.  Anyway,  I sincerely admire those white guys in the audience.  Bet their wives made them go.

At the same time, it reminded me of my own mother, and how frustrated she used to get with my long hair.  Then along came "The Pixie" cut, and that pretty much took care of that.

 I can't impress on you enough what a magnificent performance this is.  Thanks to Snap Judgement who always has the best stuff.

So there you have it.