A L KIRSCHBAUM Poems

I worked at a prison near a city in the Southwest, just outside of its throng,

Some of the inmates took responsibilty for their actions, knowing that they had done wrong.
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Since man's first memory of standing on two legs and feeling the wind blowing through his hair, he must have sensed the quintessence of freedom even if he could not conceptualize it. When he killed for food, he did not first enslave his victim. There was no need for bondage.

Was man inclined to kill rather than imprison; was bondage a step toward civility or a leap toward enterprise.
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A priest, a rabbi and a politician walk into a bar.
The bartender asks the three patrons what they want to drink.
The Priest says 'give me a beer.'
The Rabbi says 'make mine wine.'
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Put on a smiley face

And jump into that annual rat race
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Be aggressive and of others be totally mindless

You must be fast and vicious, there's little room for kindness
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Our politicians are neither good nor bad

The only constant is that their decisions make us mad
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Would you be willing to help this planet Earth

From the tips of her poles to her steamy girth
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