See You In The Funny Papers

I miss the days
Of daily newspapers and three channels on tv and two (mainly) on the radio 

I miss the days 
When everyone mostly said and read the heard the same thing

I miss the days 
Of reading the Saskatoon Star Phoenix
And the
Snap and crinkle and woosh and sigh 
Of the paper being read

I miss the days
Of friendliness

When everyone was listening to the same voices 
(mostly)
And laughing at the same jokes

I miss the days 
Of daily cartoons
(the best ones ending up on the fridge or the bulletin board at work)

I miss the weekend funny papers
And racing to see them first

I miss the days 
When
'See you in the funny papers'
Meant something

Don't you?

Don’t You Wish

Don’t you wish you could gather up all your favorite people
And

Have coffee
And

Drink wine
And 

Eat Cake
And

Chips 
(with dip)
And 

Laugh
And 

Cry
And 

Listen
And 

Talk 
(over and under and with)
And

Love
And 
And

Don’t you?

Asthma Attack

Desperate
Wild eyed
Unhinged

I stagger beneath the weight 

Of 

My 

Man child in arms

He can’t breathe

Help me
Help them
Help us
Help


I’m not 

Desperate for You Poppa

Not like this

Not 

Help me
Help them 
Help us
Help

Help

Poppa

Help

Somebody

Somebody gotta rock the baby 
Somebody gotta rock

Somebody gotta rock the baby
Somebody gotta rock

Somebody gotta walk the baby
Somebody gotta walk

Somebody gotta walk the baby
Somebody gotta walk

Somebody gotta love the baby
Somebody gotta love

Somebody gotta love the baby
Somebody gotta love

Somebody Somebody

Some Some

Me Me Me

Me

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