A Boy and His Dad

 

Son," asked Lucas McCain,

"Have you done your chores?"

while using strong solvent

to clean his rifle bore.

"Yes, Paw," answered Mark

a good and honest lad

given much wholesome teaching

by his conscientious dad. 

"Always learn your numbers, son"

as he blew five robbers away

"and always get your lessons done"

as he wasted ten others that day.

"Always be honest, always be true,"

quoth Lucas while blowing some bastards to Hell.

"Work hard and there's nothing you can't do," 

he instructed as bad guys stumbled and fell.

"To lie is wrong, to steal is wicked,"

McCain opined as he split someone's skull,

then punched some cowpuncher's ticket

to set an example so his son would do well.

An industrious boy, Mark swept up the brains

and bones and gore from the Rifleman's gun,

before saying a prayer over sundry remains

and saying, "Gee, Paw, I'm a darn lucky son!" 

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for Dverse Favorite TV Shows, hosted by Melissa Lemay

Do What You Can, Not What You Can't

 

Do what you can, not what you can't

said the woman holding my hand

when I was sick and shaking from withdrawal.

You can do one hour. One minute. 

Don't worry about your whole life tonight.

Do what you can, not what you can't

said the man with the age in his eyes

when I was carrying duty like a cross.

How do you know God wants you to stay married?

Listen to your heart and you'll have your answer.

Do what you can, not what you can't

said the woman with the side shave

when I finally fell in love for real, and with a woman.

It'll be all right, Pookie, she said. Maybe

she'll dig you. But first, dig yourself.

Do what you can, not what you can't

I said to the girl who thought I was somebody wise

after her dad threw her out; after some punks beat her up.

I told her she had shine, never think otherwise

even when the world tries to keep you in a boy-cage.

Do what you can, not what you can't

I say to myself as the years catch up

and I can't rake the yard without a dozen breaks.

I have tamed no tigers but became one myself

Quietly, while drinking coffee, while writing this poem. 

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for Queen Cool Dora over at Dverse. She wants maxims, bromides, mantras, mottos. :-)

Music: David Mullen Alone, my personal anthem