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Getting the Hang of It

After twelve years, I traded in my trusty pickup
for a newer, used pickup. (I missed making payments!)
When we first moved to this address, I bought a used mower.
After three years, it was time for a less tired, used mower.

The first week I had the newer pickup, a kind lady
backed into it, resulting in a new left door, and things.
The first time I used my fine, newer, used mower,
I nudged it up toward a power pole and smashed
the lower part of the front part of the whateveritis.

It wasn't really my fault. I was not used to the foot pedals.
The mower rather just leaped forward toward the pole.
The kind lady who backed into my pickup agreed.
"Those kinds of things happen," she said,
"when you are not paying attention to the real world."

I am willing to pay attention to the real world,
but there seems to be less and less of it.
You know: Obama is a foreign-born fascist communist;
Sarah Palin is a fighter, not a quitter; She thinks about things;
We have the best health care system in the whole world;
Newt Gingrich is offering advice on ethics; Socialistic
fire departments, police departments, Medicare, Medicaid,
military services, Social Security, highway systems,
public schools, State Universities, NASA, public libraries,
are really very evil enterprises, but on the other hand,
monstrous bonuses, insurance companies, banks,
financial investment schemes, and Bernie Madoff
are very good for us because they are private enterprises.

I decided that the problem just might be scale;
that I should pay more attention to the socialistic light pole
in my yard, and my used private enterprise mower,
so I fabricated a front bumper to save myself from myself.
It is a thing of beauty and a joy for a while.

That's a real-world problem!
Congress can deal with health care.
They are good at big-picture things
such as preserving insurance companies
and banks and big bonuses.

My new bumper cost me $20.
The bank gave me a loan;
complimented me for my free enterprise.

I am getting the hang of the real world.
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