Words of morons

Scribbled, scrawled and sprayed.

From far-flung Tofino

To even further John the saint,

Stupidity on display.

But the best was in Calgary`s own Bowness,

Scrawled large on a worn bus bench,

A future leader of democracy

     Expressed anger with such eloquence.

The words were simple and to the point

But his vocabulary was stuck

    When he took the time and energy to write...

  ”FUCK YOU, YOU FUCKING FUCK FUCK”

Excerpts from The Cynglish Beat:

ME, MYSELF & AGE

Old age hasn’t sneaked up or creeped up or sauntered on up behind me;

    It’s been sitting here beside me on this old comfy couch,

Reclining back, eating my peppy pizza, drinking my cerebral-cell-killing bevvy’s

  And laughing at old sitcoms.

So I’ve passed the pretzels and fired up the ‘Q’,

    And Age seems to be settling in for the long run, of fun, and frolic ---

Just so long as it’s on basic cable and we can see it from this sofa of safety.

    Pants with elastic waists,

Doctor’s orders with a tofu-burger taste,

    Me, myself and Age find our excessive, extreme, exacting excitement ---

Every ten minutes on the tens or with the extreme weather warnings raising blood pressure to dangerous levels....