Progress

You can lose something that’s not yours.

I will see a mansion on a hill.
I wish my house remained there still.
Some unnamed Yuppie came to town.
He bought my house and tore it down.

I haven’t lived in it for years,
Which doesn’t seem to stop the tears.
It was the place where I grew up.
It sheltered me, my Mom and Dad and pup.

I knew someday it would be gone.
I just didn’t want to play along.
I wanted to be able to just drive by,
And see it standing beneath the sky.

Yesterday, it was an empty lot.
It’s now a place that time forgot.
I will miss my happy (former) home.
Now, I’m feeling even more alone.

I know that everything must die.
I just hoped to see my past survive.
I understand that times will change.
I just thought my past remained the same.

Plano at Rush Hour

He thinks that no-one will complain,
As he exits from the far left lane.

Kill me.
Kill me now.

She is like a pig in clover,
As she slides her three lanes over.

Kill me.
Kill me now.

He thinks he may have seen a cop.
So, let’s have all on Central stop.

Kill me.
Kill me now.

Some of the smartest people alive,
But none of them know how to drive.

Kill me.
Kill me now.

Blank

One last poem for NaPoWriMo

(One last poem for NaPoWriMo)

Last day of the month.
I’ve drawn a blank.
My mind is numb.
An empty tank.

My dogs are quiet.
Now of all times.
My annoyance with them
Always makes good rhymes.

I’m sure something will come,
There’s an idea somewhere.
I just hope it arrives,
I may need prayer.

(See you next year.)

Corporate Baseball 

Managing a baseball team like a corporation

Just think if baseball managers took management lessons from today’s Corporate America. MLB would never be the same.

We’re not winning games,
So while not naming names,
It is time for dynamic leadership.

We have to save money,
So while at first it sounds funny,
The outfield is moving away.

In Kuala Lumpur,
We can hire twenty-four,
While here we only have three.

They work 24×7,
In shifts of eleven,
So we have email coverage all day.

We named a Coach of Overseas,
Who has many degrees,
And he will manage the emails.

When a ball is hit deep,
We just remember they’re cheap,
And send someone out from the infield.

We’re still in the cellar,
So in the name of Bob Feller,
We’re merging our infield and bullpen.

We gain great economy of scale,
And to make sure we don’t fail,
We’re cutting all left-handed pitchers.

We added a Coach of Pitch-Catch,
To build this new group from scratch,
With the support of both our old coaches.

We split our latest homestand,
So we’re rebuilding the brand,
But we expect more from our players.

To accelerate the pace,
We’ve chosen third base,
For the infield to all colocate.

Once they all move,
Our fielding will improve,
Because of the cross-pollenization.

We’re not getting ahead,
So our leaders have said,
Next game, we remove all the catchers.

Pitchers need the ball put in play,
Then we will have to all pray,
The ball goes towards third and the infield.

Our team is out of the race,
We’re stuck in last place,
And so, we’re switching to football.