Tim George Poems

I sit her in the Downtown Reno library half-drunk amongst the bums
The lonely and the just plain MAD who have no place to go trying
To get THE WORD down while hen-pecking is going on.
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I apologize for being rude
and not appreciating the
King.
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Someday when I'm truly lucky
And have drank myself into sufficient stupor
And have rotted most of my sentient braincells
And have accepted all the lies and platitudes
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The trouble with the 21st Century
and maybe with ALL Centuries
Is too much self-esteem
By too many people
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I just got back from a place called Heaven
(But some call The Ponderosa) .
It is an old hotel in downtown Reno.
Some would call it run-down or even a dump
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Why are you reading this?
Don't you have anything better to do?
Quit playing with Bill Gates' Folly
And start playing with YOURSELF!
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My parents were WEIRD and so was I.
My dad was about 5’6”, Greek, a telephone lineman, and sometimes
Professional wrestler.
My mother was about 5’10”, German, a telephone operator, and
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