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Special Treat  – Bill Walker

January 9, 2008

A New Blank Page
Bill Walker
missourisage@yahoo.com


 There is something about a new year. I guess that means we get a blank sheet of paper to work with. The old sheet of paper, has seen better days. It is all used up, no more space to write on anymore. In looking at it, one finds many ink blots, many torn edges, most of the scribble is a mess, hard to make out in places. It looks like it has been wet in places in the scribbles.

The new sheet of paper, right now, has but a couple of lines with writing on it, but I see already, an ink spot, a drop of water, and I see in the writing, it is starting to look just like the old sheet of paper

It is said we have a new year, there are new hopes, new dreams. I wonder? One should remember nothing changes just because the old year went limping out the door, and a new baby year came bouncing in the door.

There is no change, it is just more of the same. The problems of last year just carry over into the new year. It would be nice if we could have axed the problems of last year, but  the problems are still looking us in the face. The war is still here, in fact, in just the first hour, some lost their lives, some will carry the wounds of that first hour with them to the very end of their life. Babies still in danger of abortion, along with all the other problems of last year. The political hacks still on the promise band wagon. You know there is still
a chicken in the pot game. The trouble is we had to sell the pot to get a loaf of bread to make another jam sandwich. You know what a jam sandwich is? That is two slices of bread, with another slice jammed in between. Something not very tasty, but along with a glass of water is filling. I hear back in the good old day, an out law, if sent up the
river was told bread and water diet for a long lime with hard labor to go with it. I hear that has been changed, it is now the hotel Ritz. No labor and lots better food. Must be, as I hear the walls of the jailhouse is breaking down with the over load of jail birds.

So I guess all we got out of the deal, is a new sheet of paper to keep on with what was the old stuff. Just ran out of space to write the same old rot.

Life is what you make it, but most just has the same old torn, worn cards to play with, there is also a crooked dealer on the other side of the table. The crooked dealer working to get your last penny for the house. Oh he says there is a winner every time, you bet, the crooked dealer wins most of the time.

Nothing really changed at the stroke of midnight, just a new clean sheet of paper, and it is already starting to look like the old sheet.

Oh if nothing here makes any sense to you, that's because I was drinking some wine, the bottle said grape juice. I ran out of wine, filled the bottle with water, and it turned into grape juice, didn't have time to get all the way to wine. Sure had a nice kick to it.
Come back tomorrow, I am going to walk on water. I learned how to do that. Have to get some planks and get them laid about a 1/4 inch below top of water. Pour some coloring stuff in the water, you'll never see the planks.
Tinker and Poo; The Boys Write
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