Catching Up On My Schmoetry

It's late January and already I've fallen behind on my schmoetry.  But fear not.  I'm not giving up this early!  I'm not giving up at all.  

So, without further adieu, I'm going to play schmoetry catch up.  

20/365:  Inauguration

Four more years

Common good

Bigger than all of us

The foundation has been built

Now we build walls

Taking the oath

March the parade

Dancing the dance called Freedom

United we stand 

Divided we fall

Time to celebrate 

And stand tall

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19/365:  Balkan Bash

New York City's TriBeCaStan

Brooklyn turned it out last night

Midnight in the Balkans 

Right there in Prospect Park

So this is where all the interesting people
Have been hiding
Every hipster from all 5 boroughs 

Bowls full of hummus

Red wine and chocolate

Banjos and believe it or not

Bagpipes
Heaven 
What it's like to feel your blood pumpin'

They danced and they made merry 

From dusk until dawn

Music abounds
Drank a few rounds

The grand chandelier shakes

With the sounds of the Balkans

And the stomping of feet

Suddenly the world is a smaller place

Within the lit walls of deep conversation and merriment 

Golden Festival indeed

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18/365: Flu Season

         

  

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Germs dance through the atmosphere

Tiny, bastardly abominations

Grab the Purell and hunker down with the Kleenex

It's going to be a bumpy ride

Here comes vomit 

Here comes cold sweat 

Here comes fever and regret

You touched the menu, then scratched your nose

That guy who sneezed - his mouth not closed

The double dippers 

The non hand washers

Buffet table 

Dirty fingered noshers

The petrie dish we navigate

You've got the flu

Just effing great

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17/365: Wordless

Absolutely spent

Words escape me at this hour

Whip out a haiku