Football Epilogue

About the only time of year I don't mind the mess in my living room is the week between Christmas and New Years. I like to let the kids and I bask in the holiday afterglow. The tree is still up and shedding needles (damn balasm) and doing well. The gifts are out for people to look at and tinker with. There are still some cookies, there's definitely good coffee (I got a couple cans of illy from my son). There's Premier League soccer on boxing day and over the weekend. The college football and bowl games are just getting underway. There's a nice reprieve from work and school. It seems that a lot of people like to set up the tree and decorate right after Thanksgiving and take everything down as soon as it's done. To me that seems to make the holiday more about the shopping season and as soon as everything is opened and handed out, it's time to move on without even taking time to enjoy what was just given. In a way it's a statement as to how...

Today's the day for the worker, a moment's reprise from proverbial salt mines A day to remember the battles fought on the picket line to equate sweat with livelihood and American Opportunity defined Lest we forget as many have and succumbing to the corporate tyrants unending greed-grab Infesting the walls of democracy, raiding once protected cab It's time to stand tall again, maybe with keyboard, maybe with axe Take back what's been stolen with "right to work" hacks As we diminish, societal mortar cracks Leaving us splintered, opposing and torn As we are society and this is our scorn In our increasing desperation we blame our once brethr'n As with Lions and wolves Our isolation is what the tyrant loves Singling us out with chains cuffing our gloves So it is time to get past pretty differences And realize who our corrupt real enemy is To stand together and take back what's needed for liveliness Today is the day for the worker ...