{ Doug sent me something I wrote in the 1990’s I’m returning the favour – {{ Not sure when he sent me this as song lyrics —> Probably around the Covid Lockdown era }} ? }

 

“A song for the Anti- right-wing-nuts’ Movement”

 

“Beedy Grastards, Beedy Grastards, Beedy Grastards –

Go to Hell –

Yes they promised to cut our taxes

But we’re not billionaires 

Go to Hell –

 

Beedy Grastards, Beedy Grastards, Beedy Grastards –

Go to Hell –

They just cut our health insurance

Tell them all to 

Go to Hell –

 

Beedy Grastards, Beedy Grastards, Beedy Grastards –

Go to Hell –

Ran for office – Promised budget cuts

Just cut our Services –

Tell them all to:

Go to Hell -“

……………………… Douglas Jay Otterson

 

Friday- October 2nd, 2026- +18˚C / +64˚F w/Showers in the area @4:06 pm in New Brunswick, Canada = on my God Mother’s { Aunt Bev Toronto’s } Birthday – 🙂 –

 

 

We’ve had some administrative difficulties here – images and graphics disappeared – Maybe I can get them back, maybe not –
Meanwhile – let’s see if this is actually working

 

– – – – – Jim

Road Kill

 

argh)

 

(cows wag their tails

in time with Peter Gabriels’s

“Games Without Frontiers”

And I begin to wonder

if I’m feeling really good

or lost touch with something

like ‘consensus reality’

whatever that is…)

 

(I drive for a living

deliver newspapers

on a two hundred and fifty mile loop

through inflatable water slide rural finger lakes new york

and the stereo keeps me grounded

reminds me I haven’t really

left the Earth of my childhood

behind)

 

There’s a woodchuck

he’s been sitting every day

for the past week

beside the body

of his friend

      (or lustling?)

‘Smack dab in the middle of the road’

 

‘Possums die so ugly

every one of them

looks like it’d been dragged for miles

then tortured hideously for hours

but woodchucks look so peaceful

<like they’re sure they’ll be

re-united

with their splattered friends

and lovers>’

 

sometimes

I guess I’d rather

be a woodchuck

sitting in the road

hoping an eighteen-wheeler

does it right the first time

[ instantaneously ]

 

(I think there just might be a conspiracy

to cover all of new york state’s roads

in fur-

but, like most bureaucracies

‘they’ can’t agree on a time table

so by the time they add a third pelt

the first and second have blown away

                                   Jim Wellington

                                   June 21, 1989