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The Beginning Of Commerce

Two cavemen were shuffling along.
One was bigger and he was strong.
The smaller one was the smarter.
But, being small made things harder.
A huge beast was heading their way.
There was no time to get away.
The smaller one grabbed a stick.
A long, heavy one would do the trick.
He grunted for the other to help.
They leveraged a rock, big enough he felt.
The bolder rolled down the hill.
It hit the beast and they had a kill.
The bigger one grunted and patted his back.
The smaller one indicated the sacks.
They cut the beast into chunks.
They put the meat in the sacks in lumps.
The big one grabbed two sacks with ease.
The smaller could only manage one with a heave.
They made it back to their cave.
Meat for dinner, they did crave.
The big one pointed, shoulders sore.
The little one was tired to the core.
Then, the little one sat blinking.
That usually meant he was thinking.
Soon he drew a picture on the wall.
A way to make it easier to haul.
He drew a crude wheel barrow.
Drew it rolling down the straight and narrow.
He drew the big one lifting one end.
Moving a big load for his friend.
Then, the big one understood.
Then, they built it, like they should.
Once done, they moved a load of rocks.
It was much easier than toting blocks.
Beasts were killed and brought home with ease.
Other cavemen could hardly believe.
Soon, they were building them for others.
Others gave them meat for their druthers.
They did not have to hunt anymore.
Meat and veggies were brought right to their door.
So began the American way.
And it is still being done today.

——————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

The Caravan Is On Its Way

A large caravan is headed this way.
They are coming to the US to stay.
Tighten your belts, it will cost us all.
I feel like Rome before the fall.
This will run up the national debt.
Plus, we have to hear them vet.
Trump can’t build a wall in time.
The military activated will be a sign.
Hold the hoard at the border.
Establish some law and order.
Half the country says go for the gold.
The other half says: How can you be so bold.
Our country was built by aliens.
People from other countries saying,
this country is our new home.
We will defend it to the bone.
They came here the legal way.
Why? Because they intended to stay.
The caravan is only running away.
Looking for a handout from day to day.
To them, this is the land of plenty.
They want their share, be it jobs or money.
Some will be willing to work.
Others will expect welfare. What a quirk.
Some will become gangsters, to put it mild.
It won’t take much to get them riled.
They should come here in the legal way.
Become citizens, pay taxes, then they can stay.
Anything less is an insult to our founding fathers.
Not to mention our ancestors from afar.
It is a hell of a position to be in.
To be the one to cut and trim.
But, I fear, it must be done.
Hopefully, I am not the only one.

—————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Get To The Point (a politician’s game)

It’s time to talk about something serious.
Let’s no longer make it mysterious.
Time to get down to the nitty gritty.
Procrastination is a real pity.
No more avoiding this touchy subject.
No more acting like we are above it.
This could involve everyone.
Not just a few on the run.
This should’ve been explored years ago.
Even the news has let it go.
How much longer can this go on,
before we become a society that’s strong?
Instead, we play the game of avoidance.
It has become a real annoyance.
I really feel the time is here.
Time to make our feelings clear.
I know you’ve wondered about it yourself.
Time for coming down off the shelf.
Let’s not worry about being politically correct.
It’s time to chop this subject right in the neck.
The politicians are playing a special game.
None of them want to take the blame.
No more beating around the bush.
If you agree, then get off your tush.

———————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Water Aerobics For You

Whip into shape. Get your mojo moving.
Start feeling like you are really grooving.
If aerobics is not your thing.
Try water aerobics. It has a better ring!
A real workout for about an hour.
Afterwards, you can take a shower.
Get that chlorine off your body.
You might take it up as a hobby.
Or, possibly a regular routine.
Either one would be real keen.
You will feel so much better.
Get those moves down to the letter.
Loosen up all those stiff joints.
Stretch those muscles, ligaments. Get the point!
Be able to move freely again.
Maybe take a walk with a friend.
Get them to go to water aerobics too.
You’ll have someone to work out with you.
It is never too late to get in shape.
Slowly, you’ll get rid of that extra weight.
No more “Fat”, when you come in a room.
Others will want to join you soon.
So, find a place that has a pool.
Maybe a nice Jaccuzzi too.
Make sure they have a water aerobics class.
Then, begin ‘shaping up’, don’t be rash.
In the end, it will benefit you.
It is also fun. Time to go get a clue.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Play Day At The Park

The time of day said it’s time to play.
I am hoping all will go okay.
She will be in the park about now.
I have to try to meet her somehow.
You would think I would come up with a plan.
Nothing seemed right, but I must be the man.
I said: “Hi, haven’t I seen you here before?”
“Probably. I come here often to explore.”
“I know this park like the back of my hand.”
“I would be happy to help you, if I can.”
“My name is Bob. What is yours?”
“Mine is Phenelope. Penny for short.”
“I like that. It sounds high fashion.”
“You can go to the head of the class then.”
She smiled when I laughed at that.
She said: “I hope I don’t smell a rat.”
‘What do you mean by that?”
“If you’re up to no good, you’ll get zapped.”
“I have pepper spray here in my purse.”
“God sakes, no!! Don’t make me curse.”
“I can’t be taking chances these days.”
“I know what you mean. I am Amazed.”
“Amazed about what, may I ask.”
“That you didn’t think I was making a pass.”
“What? You were making a pass?”
“I won’t admit it now, my dear lass.”
They both laughed about that.
They spent the afternoon exploring the paths.
They talked and got better acquainted.
He felt like he had been anointed.
Covered by her sweet tenderness.
She relaxed. Nothing seemed to be amiss.
They made a date to meet again the next day.
He felt something good was coming his way.

————————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Missing Friends

I have people I know in other states.
To visit, maybe I should hop a freight.
Otherwise, it is doubtful I will see them.
Some are relatives, besides being friends.
The social network allows us to talk.
Without having to put myself in hock.
I know some who used to live here.
Till they got out of Dodge. That was clear.
It seems, for one reason or another.
We’re no longer living close to each other.
Well, isn’t that how they say it goes.
Some leave. Others come. Who knows?
Yet,. I miss those who are no longer near.
I think of them when I tip back a beer.
Because they are in there, just out of sight.
Memories of them remain through the night.
In the morning, I long for more.
Even if they are on a foreign shore.
So I scrimp and save and keep the dime.
Hoping that I will find the time.
To go and visit all of them.
And start the memories all over again.

——————————–R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

A Nanobot World

Something new is coming down the line.
Nanobots that can control your mind.
Once they are put inside of you,
there will be nothing that you can do.
No matter what you do or where you go.
Someone else will be running your show.
The injection method is rather easy.
Let’s say a flu shot. Easy peasy.
Maybe an antibiotic shot when you are ill.
You will get better, but lose your will.
Control words will be built in.
When heard, you will be at their whim.
What a way to build a new society.
This would, supposedly, relieve all anxiety.
All are programmed to live in peace.
You do as told without any relief.
A society of organic robitoids.
All dangers you will be told to avoid.
This will lead to a paradise only dreamed of.
But, it won’t be one sent from heaven above.
It will fail for obvious reasons.
No one is a man of all seasons.
Total power only corrupts.
Those in control will bring on disrupts.
Society will be wiped out again.
Ruined before it can even begin.
It is man’s destiny to mess it up.
The sin factor will make it corrupt.
There is only one way to a perfect earth.
Through the Creator, for what it’s worth.

———————————R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Digital Socialism

I don’t know how it came to be.
It just sort of snuck up on me.
This new way of doing business.
This Social Credit they insist.
A digital dictatorship for sure.
It just came on like a blur.
They control all I say and do.
I’m sure it’s also true for you.
If you mind your P’s and Q’s.
You’ll be o.k. in your shoes.
But, slip up just one little bit.
Then, you’ll be in deep shit.
Grow prosperous and feel free.
But, play by their rules, you see.
Have you read the book 1984?
Is it knocking at our door?
Open your eyes & look around.
Can’t you see what’s coming down?.
Yes, in this digital, A I age we are in.
It could happen anywhere. Let it begin.

————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Remeniscing Again

Reminiscing Again

Here I go one more time again.
Thinking about way back when.
No need then to lock your doors.
No rioting or any nasty hoards.
A time to walk in moonlight.
Enjoying the quiet of the night.
No fear of being attacked.
No problem with being hacked.
Cell phones weren’t invented yet.
Letter writing was a big outlet.
Playing outside was a way of life.
No one threatened you with a knife.
People were honest. Robbery was low.
People felt safe where ever they would go.
On Sabbath, church was the place to be.
Families were strong and you felt free.
There were bullies, but not like now.
We did farm work and milked the cow.
Kids had great imaginations back then.
Entertaining each other with games of whim.
Nighttime brought us restful sleep.
No nightmares about nightly news repeats.
Security is an important word.
A wonderful feeling that’s not absurd.
We felt secure back in those days.
Back when things were simpler ways.
Not all changes since then have been good.
I would go back to the old days, if I could.
But, just remembering brings peace of mind.
Back when the world once knew a better time.

————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)

Waiting For God

Deep, deep in the woods was a cabin.
Someone was yelling, like a mad hen.
The wife of the woodsman wanted out.
She was sick of the isolation and trout.
Occasionally, they would have deer.
There was plenty of homemade beer.
They made their living off the land.
They were totally off the grid of man.
Everything they had, they made themselves.
Nothing was made by any Keebler elves.
They had two kids who were home schooled.
They were smart enough to never be fooled.
The daughter never had suitors come around.
Clifton Clower’s daughter would be easier found.
The son never dated nor saw a female.
Though he knew about them in every detail.
The mom was yelling that it was time to go.
The children needed others to be in the know.
They had strong religious beliefs about the end.
For these reasons the husband would not bend.
He believed in keeping away from the worldly sins.
A time of trouble like no other is ready to begin.
We must trust one hundred percent on the Lord.
We could yet be attacked by ugly hoards.
Once it is over and the day of the Lord has come.
We will be with Jesus. We won’t be the only ones.
So, they settled down for their evening meal.
Each person prayed and told how they feel.
They asked forgiveness for any sin.
One day closer to a world without end.

——————————————-R.W. Johnson—–(2018)