Poor Little Doggies

I heard some barking dogs today
As if someone did mistreat
But when I got home and kicked off my shoes
I realized it was my feet!

Oh Hong Kong! You are lovely!
But I had been misled!
Nike swore those shoes were nice,
But alas! my feet are dead.

Look at me! I'm not in shape
(unless that shape is round)
And all this walking everyday
My soles it did confound.

But through all this sweating and all this pain
And gritting my teeth like that,
Perhaps someday I will look and see
That I am no longer FAT!

Incense for Nobody

I was walking without a care
when I saw her squatting there
beside a fire she had made
as if to try and make a trade
for blessings from a man long since dead.

The aroma of incense in the air,
one she didn't mean to share
to the passerby on the street,
but was hoping she might meet
some sign from the man long since dead.

Wanting to be enlightened
though I'm sure that she was frightened
so she said her many prayers
for surely Buddha really cares
even though he is a man long since dead.

Someday, maybe I can show
her a dead man that I know
for He is dead no longer
and is certainly much stronger
than the other man long since dead.

Mind the Gap

"mind the gap"
the sign said
we must watch where we
place our feet

I did mind the gap
stepped right over it
onto the platform
and deeper into my city

I stepped off the train
swallowed in a mass of humanity
speaking words
I would never understand

as we move about our lives
there are places of danger
where a false step could
injure or kill

open the Book and see...

"mind the gap"
the sign says
we must watch where we
place our feet