Sitting on a Park Bench (with coffee)
I was sitting on a park bench having my coffee today. Near me were a couple of good old boys yacking about how a buddy
of theirs was tossed out of subsidized housing, for being a slob. No idea where he'll go, probably out on the street, it seems.
Then they said, many people couldn't stand him and some had already moved out, so something must have happened to cause the last straw.
They continued to talk about the manager of the complex, and his preferences for residents, of which they seemed to be two, discussing lease
agreements, and who's zooming who? At which point the conversation turned to the ladies and they resumed to discuss female types, like a couple of
teen year olds. Ain't love a big dream whip! I'll spare you the conversation on the girls, suffice it to say it was grade 10 sex education, at the least.
So, then they began to talk about the weather and whether either of them was healthy and what ailments they were experiencing, and that they couldn't find
a doctor, since their doctors have packed up and left town during the covid clotshot nightmares probably to avoid liability. Doctors can afford to relocate.
The old bums reminded me of a song that was popular when I was young. Bum on a bench, with a cup of tea (coffee for me)..
Jethro Tull - Aqualung (1971)
Lyrics : .[Spoiler (click to open)]Aqualung (no resemblance)
Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Whoa, Aqualung
Sun streaking cold
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
The only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
As he bends to pick a dog-end
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.
Feeling alone
The army's up the road
Salvation à la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend
Don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sot, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
The December's foggy freeze
When the ice that
Clings on to your beard was
Screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea-diver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.
Sun streaking cold
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
The only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
As he bends to pick a dog-end
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.
Feeling alone
The army's up the road
Salvation à la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend
Don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sot, you see, it's only me.
Aqualung my friend
Don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sot, you see, it's only me.
Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Hey Aqualung
Whoa, Aqualung
Trying to get things done in my own realm is difficult since it involves working around GF and her spontaneous needs and requests.
Writing with GF around delegating errands constantly has been like having a hundred paper cuts in my brain. I think I'm hemorrhaging.
I got my rental assistance reapplication in today, and a number of other things, the highlight of which is driving Miss Dazy to get
her license renewal. She's procrastinated on it for 8 months for which I've taken up the slack having to drive her wherever she needed,
the fallout of which is my life was hijacked for the past 8 months, but that all ends today! Yaaay!! Now Miss Dazy can drive herself.
dr. π (pi)
♫
enjoy!
❤️
of theirs was tossed out of subsidized housing, for being a slob. No idea where he'll go, probably out on the street, it seems.
Then they said, many people couldn't stand him and some had already moved out, so something must have happened to cause the last straw.
They continued to talk about the manager of the complex, and his preferences for residents, of which they seemed to be two, discussing lease
agreements, and who's zooming who? At which point the conversation turned to the ladies and they resumed to discuss female types, like a couple of
teen year olds. Ain't love a big dream whip! I'll spare you the conversation on the girls, suffice it to say it was grade 10 sex education, at the least.
So, then they began to talk about the weather and whether either of them was healthy and what ailments they were experiencing, and that they couldn't find
a doctor, since their doctors have packed up and left town during the covid clotshot nightmares probably to avoid liability. Doctors can afford to relocate.
The old bums reminded me of a song that was popular when I was young. Bum on a bench, with a cup of tea (coffee for me)..
Jethro Tull - Aqualung (1971)
Click to viewLyrics : .[Spoiler (click to open)]Aqualung (no resemblance)
Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Whoa, Aqualung
Sun streaking cold
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
The only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
As he bends to pick a dog-end
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.
Feeling alone
The army's up the road
Salvation à la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend
Don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sot, you see, it's only me.
Do you still remember
The December's foggy freeze
When the ice that
Clings on to your beard was
Screaming agony.
And you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea-diver sounds,
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring.
Sun streaking cold
An old man wandering lonely.
Taking time
The only way he knows.
Leg hurting bad,
As he bends to pick a dog-end
He goes down to the bog
And warms his feet.
Feeling alone
The army's up the road
Salvation à la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend
Don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sot, you see, it's only me.
Aqualung my friend
Don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sot, you see, it's only me.
Sitting on the park bench
Eyeing little girls with bad intent.
Snot is running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
Hey Aqualung
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run.
Hey Aqualung
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
Hey Aqualung
Whoa, Aqualung
Trying to get things done in my own realm is difficult since it involves working around GF and her spontaneous needs and requests.
Writing with GF around delegating errands constantly has been like having a hundred paper cuts in my brain. I think I'm hemorrhaging.
I got my rental assistance reapplication in today, and a number of other things, the highlight of which is driving Miss Dazy to get
her license renewal. She's procrastinated on it for 8 months for which I've taken up the slack having to drive her wherever she needed,
the fallout of which is my life was hijacked for the past 8 months, but that all ends today! Yaaay!! Now Miss Dazy can drive herself.
dr. π (pi)
♫
enjoy!
❤️