I Have A Cold

I have a cold
and it’s not pretty,
my nose runneth over
and I feel shitty.
I have a cold.

I have a cold
and you can tell
cause I sniff and snort
and feel like hell.
I have a cold.

I have a cold
and I’ll probably die
so this little rhyme
is my sad goodbye.
I have a cold.

Today's Rant

I just got back from taking care of a little business in Dublin, Ohio. I was in the area of Avery Road and Perimeter Drive. This is a dense commercial area. Lots of stores. Lots of offices. Trouble is, you can't find any of them because Dublin won't post a sign that anyone can see. Through your windshield, it's all hedges and rooftops. Is there a bank nearby? Can I drive through somewhere for lunch? Who knows? By the time you see the sign - if you ever do - you've driven past it. Seriously, Dublin, I'm not fooled into thinking I'm driving along a country lane or through a quaint little village. Do us all a favor and put up some golden arches for godsake.

Disclaimer: I know a smart, earnest young woman who works for the City of Dublin. It's a lovely place, mostly, and she probably doesn't agree with me about the signs but that's because she's smart, earnest and young and I'm cranky.

Anger Management

Hey, you know what?
NO I’m not happy
As a matter of fact
I feel pretty crappy
So spread the word
And let it be known
You can do me a favor
And leave me alone

Hard to believe but
YES you heard right
I’ll feel better as soon
As you’re out of sight
I’m not mad at you
It’s the world I abhor
But don’t let that keep you
From using the door

Give me a break and
STOP with the platitudes
Leave me to wallow
in my bad attitude
I’m good here for now
I just need some space
So back the hell off
I’m sick of your face