Gregory Dolan Dies
I’ve been around the block a time or two but due to a bad left hip I never get far, I just keep walking in circles. I’m an old rusty merry-go-round that will leave you cut and in stitches.
Mother May I
She was a brunette Barbie Doll, all five foot two and one hundred and five pounds of her, but she had ways about her that would scare the devil out of her four children. She passed in December of 2019, before the onset of the Covid pandemic, which looking back was a good thing, she was eighty-eight and living a great life in an old folks home, having lost dad ten years earlier.
The Chameleon My life is full of colors, And I have those I prefer, Yet I live in them all, I must, they are my shell.
Rocking’ the Blues
Rocking’ the Blues I’ve felt alone, An empty vessel, Cobalt blue, Quietly dripping in my veins. A desert in front of me,
The Rainbow of Me
Fading Reds I grew up light blue, Mannered and mellow, Quiet and studious, I was quite the young fellow. Yet school was boring,
And Yet My life is a kaleidoscope of colors, I’ve visited them all, in every corner, The deep blue of depression, The dark red of violence,
Crime Waves In a down economy the duo watched as their fathers struggled to feed their families, money was tight and they always thought there had to be a better way. “Fuck me running T, if it wasn’t for bad luck we wouldn’t have any luck at all”. Dolan was red faced and visibly upset, nothing the two of them had planned had gone accordingly and the last thing he wanted was to spend time in the hoosegow.
One Legged Butt Kicking
So to my knowledge Mater Dei never had a female football player, nor a player with an artificial leg, my last year there, I got both, on one team. I was flummoxed and was unsure how to handle this group, and with no one to turn to I leaned on myself, which by the way makes walking difficult, and made up my own rules.
The Killer Fart
The Killer Fart Sometimes things happen that leaves you searching for answers, but answers are harder to find than questions.