Y'all Be Here Now, Y'hear?

Yesterday you were firm 
As a brooding hen, not 
Budging an inch from your future 
Capital, come what may. 
Well, I’ve got news for you, you 
Fly-by-night mogul—the god 
Almighty inch is still here today, 
Plus the budgie in its gilded cage. 
Before the cock crows anew,
While your lovey-dovey precious 
Nest egg’s flying the coop and stool 
Pigeons coo, I bet swiftly you’ll be 
Roosting in a chintzy cuckoo’s nest a blue
Moon away, you cheesy yahoo you. 

Bringing It All Back Home On The Ferryman's River

Rounding another silted bend, 
Where someone left a lone 
Oar, a marker now half- 
Hidden in the susurrating 
Singing reeds signaling still 

Another traveler’s solitary 
Deposition beached 
Near the not so 
Farfetched beckoning 
Dog-eared shore. 

Real Going Concern's Unfortunate Misstep Into The Abyss

The secret of my success? Too bad 
A run of bad luck means I’m going 
To take that with me but I can 
Leave you this much, Einstein— 
I didn’t get this far in life 
By counting the number 
Of steps I took backwards. 

Literally "Right As Rain"

Timeworn yes but still she 
Reigns over like similes easily, 

Rolling alliteratively right along 
Our parched drooping tongues, 

I tell you she’s a long, cool rain goddess 
Storming towards us in a pelting 

Sheet of sleet with nothing 
But a sleek red headdress on. 

Adamantine Bauble

Indeed, 
The poem may be 

Many things, even 
A thing to gawk at 

At one’s ease and pleasure, 
But it will never be 

Something you can do with 
As you please.