My neighbor can be my enemy, or my neighbor can be my friend. If my enemy can be my neighbor and my neighbor can be my friend, can my enemy be my friend?
I grew up in Christian fundamentalism, went to hell, came back, became a Presbyterian then a Buddhist Presbyterian, and now I'm a profane Presbyterian Zen Taoist -- not that I'm into labels or anything. Here's what I've learned so far: The more you know, the more you know you don't know.
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There Goes the Neighborhood
Tweeter my neighbor
Knows all about me
Or thinks he does
Tweet his sweet wife
Texts all her messages
Till the neighborhood glows
Twatter their daughter
Shimmies up a tree
Blows her nose on a rose
Scat their hep cat
Befuddles their muddles
Plays dead on a mat
Tweeter, Twee, Twatter
Prefer Parcheesi
To any anti-matter
[Disposable Poem December 6, 2009]
Dr. Mike
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