"You don't know Jack!"
(grin)
"Voices? What voices?" he spoke. Hunkered, he bobbles and dips.
In his words a chortle broke. His minds tea crackles and rips.
The wisdom outspoken here, broken here, puts game back into his chips.
History betrays the fools false glove a future to sweeten his lips.
For widgets and games and sugar and tea,
will all taste the same both cloudy and free.
And benders and buzzards and games full of Jack,
with possible anythings and charts in the black,
where technical support, like rubber on feet,
are sure in the past, like crackers and wheat.
So wait with your biscuit. Don't toot on your horn.
Watch, look and listen, and don't look forlorn.
When learningship passes, the learning you meet,
is nothing is hopeless, 'till hopeless is born.
HerbVic |
