A few quotes from The Product of My Mind by yours truly,

"There are no grey areas, only degrees of understanding"

"Man must endevour to the extreme to ascertain the mean"

"My open liberal mind has brought me to mostly conservative conclusions"

Sometimes I just can't help myself . . . ;-)

The congressman never had seen her
But he got the idea he would tweeter
So he stripped off his clothes
Then he snapped a quick pose
And she got a good look at A. Weiner

A decade ago
in the home of the brave,
a bonfire was set,
by a cowardly knave.
The knights all rode forth,
at the head Sir Obama.
And that was the end,
of Yosemite Sama.

Osama Bin Hidin'
got shot in the eye and,
he lives on this planet no more.
Those busty young virgins
Muhammad's been urgin',
has left him a snaggle-toothed whore.

Tic-Toc

by

Jesse JB Neel

Time, the thief, who visits all, who pilfers every man, is petty in his labors, and takes but grains of sand. Each grain a day, swept away, a blemish on the skin, the slower gait, betrays the fate, of each and everyman. Time is time, time and again, only time is time's best friend, time began, and time will end, only time is time's best friend. For time remembers not the past, time cannot reverse, alas, nor forward, time cannot intrude, time is but an interlude. Here and now, time must exist, past and future in betwixt, never moving, never still, paces nature by it's will. Time is master of the flesh, all the senses, time will test. But in time's frailty, trapped in kind, lies salvation of the mind. Stacked and stored, safely caught, within the man there is a thought, a space where time cannot invade, a place, where memories are made. Memories are the final victim, fallen as if prey, last in line, the old home guard, tos't into the fray. And time in knowing, and in not, it's wretched, rigid, frigid spot, makes no effort to expend, for with the man the memories end. So mark your letters well my friend, and set them large and bold, for only letters set in line, can make the story old.