Musings...

On a Sunday afternoon
In my garden 'neath the old maple
Which I planted long, long ago,
Reading a good book,
Listening to some Mozart on my radio,
I spoon along - thinking:
'Lucky me - escaped the gas chambers,
To lead a good life in America,
Only that idiot, Bush, bothers me,
Leads our country down
The garden path to destruction,
Like the Roman Empire
With old man Nero who fiddled
While Rome burned...'

Alfred Charasz
Copyright 2007 Alfred Charasz