Kangaroos. Kangaroos get my goat. Watched a show about them this morning. Those furry tall things that hop around all over Australia with a pocket up front. They say they keep their babies in that pocket. Has anyone really looked in there? Does anyone really know what else they might be carrying in there? Who would have ever thought to create such a creature. Yeah, they are cute, but I wouldn’t want one as a house guest. They have big feet and just as sure as I’m sitting here between the big feet and the long tail I can just imagine what they’d drag in from the yard. So, Australia, love ya, but Kangaroos??? Please keep them down under. Speaking of “down under” well, that’ll be another discussion.
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I would hope that anyone who reads my poetry understands that I write what comes to my mind and it doesn't mean I'm the reality of the words. I mean that just because I write about alcoholism does not mean I am the character in the poems. I write about those I've known and those I know and a very wide grouping that is of sinners and saints, those who know who and where they are going and those who are completely lost. I am empathic. I write in the first person because I feel the reality of what I am writing about. Like Dean Martin pretending to be drunk while performing I am not what it may seem. Just a thought as I know some out there who read what I write see the words and not the art or the understanding of the problem I am commenting on, nor do they understand that the comment is for the purpose of illustration and not my own personal reality. Married to a wonderful woman who is my best friend. Ronald Reagan Conservative Republican. Masters of Accounting-Taxation, United States Marine, taught for 10 years at the University of South Florida, held the following professional certifications: CPA, CVA, CFA. Published author, currently writing three novels and a ton of poems. View all posts by Gordon