Ain't No Cure for the...
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any resemblance to, Political Correctness, Events, People, living, or dead, is purely coincidental;
original views, opinions, photos, are the sole property of, Salutations From Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk,
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totally uninspired.
"Nyuck-nyuck'-nyuck!"
excerpt, Selected Poems of...
the, Looking to the Future, selfie
Welcome to, Salutations from, Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park Google Blog,
the one blog in billions that dares to tell it like it is and how it's all so...
BOOOORRRRRING!
SO BOOOORRRRED!
UNINSPIRING!
Have the Muses deserted us?!?
Winter Time Blues & Covid Cabin Fever, DOUBLE WHAMMY!
Sucked the Love of Writing right out of our veins,
drained the inspiration oils, juices dried up,
and in this month of L - O - V - E, too!
Well, we better love or leave it, celebrate and totally make love to,
Writer's Block!
and so we put Patti Smith, Gone Again, into the CD-deck,
she's always good for a laugh,
sit down to write this week's blog post,
at the last minute, crunch time, dead line, midnight tonight,
we'll make it,
squeezing out each word and line
and it'll be the best post EVAH!
Great, thanks for the pressure.
OK, let's just get down to the fresh cuts already...
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Watch Tower Denizen
for: Bob Dylan & AC/DC
He's not your average card
beyond run 'o' da mill player
rose above traditional guard
ax wielding, stereotype slayer
holds lavender quill of bard
metaphoric image fillet'r...
He's gone off thyme pre planned
repentive confessor thief of tarts
sits at court, holds reasonable hand
he's got the jack...of hearts...
he's got the jack...of hearts!
Bicycle angel peddles spin 'o' da wheel
seraphim blind luck 'o' da draw
courtier facade, cultured, genteel,
acquiescent tilt, mustachio'd maw
ironic laugh at Royal Line Deal
suppresses a boisterous, HAW-HAW-HAW!
S'he's undermined exclusive brand
entourage of straight flush parts
self dealt position to demand
S'he's the Jack...of Hearts!
S'he's the Jack...of Hearts!
The Jack...of Hearts!
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In a Silly Rhyme
Butcha's pants are fallin' down,
fallin' down, fallin' down, fallin' down,
Butcha's pants are fallin' down
they're at the crown
of his bum-bum
looks like a dum-dum
trampin' all over town,
Butcha's pants are fallin' down,
my fair lady.
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In honor of Black History Month,
DABCo Ind. Poultry Div, presents, the Dead Poet in Residence,
Langston Hughes
Refugee in America
There are words like Freedom
Sweet and wonderful to say.
On my heart-strings freedom sings
All day everyday.
There are words like Liberty
That almost make me cry.
If you had known what I knew
You would know why.
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Thank you, Thank you, Thank you very much,
Your personal Master of the Farce,
Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park
Obi Wan Can'obie Layke Park
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Salutations From Obi Wan Can'obi Layke Pahrk
since January 7, 2021
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Dionysus offering Brother Coyote a chalice of tired cliches and weak metaphors punch;
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