White Ink Blues

Not my type
No Joke! I’m no typewriter

After typing all day I noticed I used up all my ink. I had so much to say. Maybe that is why no one will read my stuff…
Last year we went to the beach like we do every year. I sat down at a bar. I usually like meeting new people. That’s why I play golf. But, this couple at the bar sort of irritated me. Anyway this guy next to me asked me if I had any children. Well, I didn’t really think about it much before that. Now, I think about it alot. Maybe too much.
So, I was the youngest of five. Did my father leave my mother because of me? Was it too much to take care of? Lots of questions developed. Kids cost too much both time and money. My dad had a barn with ponies and cows and my job was to clean it. So shovelling manure has to count for something. Sometimes people lose their child and morn for the rest of their lives. Some people abuse their children who knows why. Then there is the passing of the genes.
Cats and the Cradle (Harry Chapin) was a very good song. It had lots of meaning. And Loggins & Messina had a hit named Danny’s Song. Maybe that was my goal. Lord knows I practiced as often as possible. And maybe I do have children that I don’t know about. I was in the Navy. I’m not trying to sell my “Dan’s Date Stamp App”. I’m just trying to get this out of my mind #whiteink.
I heard if you get an abortion they do something to prevent you from getting pregnant again. That I don’t know too much about. And there are a lot of protesters out there. Some are for women’s rights to have an abortion and others say women don’t have the right. Not getting mixed up with that one, but, it is an argument concerning to have children or not.
Is the population of the world overflowing; perhaps we need a war before having more children. There is also a deadly virus going around killing people left and right of China.
There are sperm banks looking for samples, perhaps they need more of the superior race. Which I believe is a mixture of all. Sort of like “Pea green soup” fresh out of the melting pot.
Some pets require tending, some make it on their own and some, like war dogs, help others. I guess I am the pet that needs attention.
This white ink better work or I’ll get in trouble. Some get white tattoos but, that would be permanent.

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Published by Daniel Shea

I am a happily married lonesome soul. Born in Chicago and raised in Memphis and Prairie du Chien Wis. I wish someone would benefit from my ideas. And I wish I didn't get so many spams. #niceday

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