2011 April PAD Challenge: Day 14

Wow! What an avalanche of feeling yesterday. While I was on a panel in Austin recently, we talked about poetry as therapy, and I think that is definitely one of the benefits of poeming. Poetry has helped me tackle several problems, big and small, over the years, and I’m sure I’ll use it again. Onward and upward!

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For today’s prompt, write an “ain’t none of my business” poem. This poem could be about something that is none of your business. Or a poem about something with which no one else should be concerned. It could be a poem about someone ignoring something that maybe they shouldn’t. It could be a poem that’s silly. Or a poem that’s serious. It ain’t none of my business what you decide to write about, though I admit I’ll still be interested to see what develops.

Here’s my attempt:

“Crashing the party”

I hear Will making sounds in his bedroom,
but when I try to peak inside, he gets
upset and says, “No, no, no.” I assume
he’s up to something, so I softly step
outside his door and listen intently
to what he’s doing, but he surprises
me by lining up his ducks and froggies
and having them say, “Hello,” and then, “Please,”
before having the froggies spin the ducks
in circles as they dance around the floor
while Will starts singing, “Shoo-eee, shoo-eee, yuck,
stinky poop.” The ducks and froggies dance more,
but then I let my attentions be known,
which caused a mad Will to say, “No, no, no.”

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  1. Susan M. Bell

    First off, I love your poem Robert. Kids are so great, the things they do.

    Here’s my little take on this, although I’m iffy about it. It’s not exactly what I expected and may not fit entirely with the prompt, but here it is.

    Do you have a reason,
    a motive for your action?
    Or was it just for fun,
    a spur of the moment idea?
    Maybe you shouldn’t tell me,
    maybe it’s better not to know.
    Because in the end,
    there’s no excuse for what you did.

  2. Jay Sizemore

    Normal Life

    He sits in the same seat every day,
    glasses perched on the brim of his nose,
    angled up so the ear pieces set slightly
    raised from the ears, reading a newspaper,
    or a magazine if it’s the weekend.
    He doesn’t speak, might glance up
    on occasion if someone coughs
    or brushes his leg on accident
    as they shuffle past the aisle way,
    lips pursed in a momentary frown
    before turning the page with indifference.
    I don’t know where he goes, what he does,
    if he’s religious or lonely, despite
    the plain gold wedding band, or his
    drab, monotonous choices for attire,
    usually muted button-up shirts, short sleeve,
    and khaki pants that expose his pale ankles.
    His slip-on loafers tell me nothing
    about what roads he has traveled,
    or will travel. He could be a serial killer,
    or a millionaire clinging to his roots.
    Either would make little difference,
    in the brief moments we share.

  3. Arrvada

    My Responsibility
    By
    Arrvada

    Ignore it and it’ll go away
    Not my problem so I don’t see
    I pretend not to smell
    The unwashed flesh and whiskey smell
    I pretend I don’t see
    How shoulders hunched
    He wanders by me
    I pretend he isn’t there
    As if he will just disappear and
    With him the problem I
    Choose to daily ignore
    It’s not my responsibility to pay for him
    I’m working too hard to support my own life
    I can’t afford a hand out
    I’ve wandered past him for almost two years
    Ashamed to look him in the eye
    As ashamed as he is to look into mine
    It’s none of my business, but
    Shouldn’t it be?

  4. Caren E. Salas

    You’re Our Child

    Where were you? Where did you go?
    Who were those friends you were with?
    What did you spend time doing?
    Why are you avoiding us?
    Don’t say it’s not our business.
    You’re our child, and we love you.

  5. G. Smith

    IT AIN’T NONE-A YOUR BIDNESS
    (c) 2011 – G. Smith (BMI)

    You folded up that letter,
    When I walked in the room,
    And signed out of your e-mail,
    To sit in your lap-top’s gloom.
    Now I’m not usually curious,
    But I find it kind-a stange,
    You say you ain’t hiding nothing,
    But it feels like one big game
    (When you tell me…)

    CH 1:
    It ain’t none-a your bidness,
    Don’t give it no never mind;
    Be careful what you look for,
    You don’t know what you’ll find;
    There’s a reason things get locked up,
    That things get packed away;
    So go on, mind your own bidness;
    What more can I say?

    Your face stays in your cell-phone,
    Texting all the time,
    And when you get a call, you step out of the room,
    Without asking if I care or mind…
    (And you tell me…)

    CH 1:
    It ain’t none-a your bidness,
    Don’t give it no never mind;
    Be careful what you look for,
    You don’t know what you’ll find;
    There’s a reason things get locked up,
    That things get packed away;
    So go on, mind your own bidness;
    What more can I say?

    BR:
    I hate how it made me feel like a sneak…
    But ifelt even worse when I took a little peek…
    (And you were right…)

    CH 2:
    It wasn’t none-a my bidness,
    I should’ve give it no never mind;
    Should’ve been careful what I looked for,
    Not knowin’ what I’d find;
    There’s a reason things get locked up,
    That things get packed away;
    I should’ve minded my own bidness;
    What more can I say?
    I should’ve minded my own bidness…
    What more can I say?

  6. shann palmer

    Bad Girls

    They don’t keep quiet
    like the rest of us, we shush
    each other into secrets,
    they roll their shadowed eyes,
    say outrageous things,
    touch boys on the arm,
    lower back, upper leg,

    touch EACH OTHER
    on the street, holding hands,
    LIP KISSING right there
    at the bus stop, we were red
    with embarrassment, we were
    good girls, after all, products of
    proper upbringing, shame,
    we know when to be
    ashamed, that’s what they
    are not, killing their mommas
    with every nasty move, they sin

    like it’s nobody’s business,
    we’re the witnesses, they know,
    what we whisper into our palms,
    how we hate them for their
    fearless ways, for the black lines
    around their flashing eyes,
    the reddest red they dare,
    their flashing breasts, we see

    how they bend to the greedy eyes
    the boys wear, we go home to kiss
    our pillows, bite our lips, squeeze
    our budding nipples wondering
    what it takes to be so bold, so
    brave, if we could defy the rules
    we never agreed to, we simply follow.

  7. ChapLynn

    Born on Date

    Was he born here?
    Or was he born there?
    He could have been born anywhere?
    Would he know the truth?
    Was he even there?
    That’s somebody else’s lie
    Are your questions fair?
    Is that your dad?
    Is that your Ma?
    You only know what you’ve been told
    You act that man sold his soul
    We gave him control
    He’s a man of integrity
    Trying to raise his family
    Why you in his family tree?
    Who do you want him to be?
    African, like me?
    Welcome to Martin’s dream
    The White House is coffee bean
    You takin this thing to the extreme
    Why are you being so mean?
    Hey mister, didn’t you know?
    He was born in the Five – O

  8. Virginia Snowden VSBryant

    Ain’t None of My Business

    Ain’t none of my business who you might be…
    What you might become…
    Who you might see
    Ain’t none of my business what is that you do…
    Where it is you will go…
    How you might make it through
    Ain’t none of my business…
    Simple and true…
    Ain’t none of my business, who’s been lovin’ you!

  9. Meg

    A Little Help

    It’s none of your business
    and I don’t mean for you
    to be stuck in the middle
    of a battle that’s not yours.
    But I need a little help.
    I don’t want validation. I don’t
    need it. I know I’m not free
    of fault and I’m not trying
    to be right. I just want
    to understand and to be
    understood and I need
    some perspective. The kind
    that you can give
    because you know us both
    so well and I trust you
    to give me good advice.

  10. Scott Mesrobian

    Birthday in Vegas

    I wanted to fly far away
    To Las Vegas for my birthday
    By myself on this trip I would go
    Telling nobody, I don’t want them to know.

    A last-minute plan, an early morning flight
    But as soon as I landed, something felt not quite right.
    This place in the desert reeked of wretched excess
    The Great Recession had spawned a Great Mess.

    I stayed in the midst of lights and wild dreams
    Desired and fulfilled in the dark of their screams.
    Out ‘cross the country, to a lone ranch I dared
    Seeking escape in the night with one dark secret bared.

    And when it was done – the quest had been won,
    I returned to the city, ‘fore the day’s rising sun.
    On the first plane back home, I returned without pause,
    No one knew where I’d been or considered the cause.

    When the phone rang at noon, I feared what they’d say,
    “Where were you,” they asked,
    “Off on my own,” I responded, “for one short day.”

  11. Iain D. Kemp

    Dear Moosehead,
    Oh yeah baby! That’s how I like my birds –
    fried. Crispy on the outside tender on the in.
    In-field that is. Damned pup ate my new hat
    and the harpies seem to find that amusing.
    Be laughing on the other side when I eat the mutt –
    put mustard on him today just to give them a scare.
    Sure he licks it off- goes crazy – must have drunk a
    gallon of water!! Hahaha! Gotta hit the streets,
    get some green. Pick you up at 6.
    Your turn to spill for the ‘freshments.

    Yours picking the bones,
    Ringo the Howler

  12. Iain D. Kemp

    Monkey Business

    The chatters going round
    scuttlebutt’s a-rattlin’
    talk is getting wild
    the gas is amassing
    whispered rumours
    turning into well based facts
    whilst the wind changes
    and fresh tales are blown into port
    the gossip mongers are on overtime
    and everybody’s doin’ fine
    ‘cept you know who
    and what’s-his-name down at the ____ bar
    but me and my main man
    (no names no pack drill)
    we got it licked
    it’s all monkey business to us
    hear no evil
    see no evil
    speak no evil
    what happens at the____ bar
    stays in the ____ bar

    Iain

  13. Melissa Rossetti Folini

    Better late than never!! Finally caught up – Enjoy! mrf

    “Nunya”

    Waxing Bees,
    P’s & Q’s
    you pay them no mind.
    Telephone, telegraph, tell you
    don’t you have anything better to do,
    then snoop and pry
    into my life?
    What I do is not your concern.
    Your nose belongs in flowers
    not my trash
    won’t you ever learn?
    If you kept your body busy
    some way other than
    invading privacy,
    you may find you’d have more friends.
    But butting in you just can’t help
    so for you and me it’s
    the end.

  14. Kimberly Brock

    MINDING MY OWN BUSINESS

    They were in each others faces
    So close I saw him spit in her eye
    While he was talking so fast and loud.
    I was sure other people heard
    But no one else came. I guess
    No one else wanted to get involved.
    Neither did I but they were in front
    Of my window and I was peaking
    Through the blinds trying my best
    To be invisible. Whether by fear
    Or memory, I was drawn to them.
    For a split second, they faded,
    I saw my mother and step-father,
    How they yelled and sometimes hit
    No thought or respect for the other
    No one came then either.
    Fear leaped and danced through
    Every inch of my little girl body.
    Movement caught my eyes and
    Brought me back. Seeing his hand raised
    The words were out before I could
    Even form them in my mind,
    “Don’t you dare hit her.”
    “Lady it’s none of your business!”
    “Well you’ve made it my business!”
    “Lady you’re crazy!” And they BOTH
    Walked off mad at me! I didn’t care
    Because the little girl had grown up.
    She would never again be afraid of
    “Minding her own business”
    This kind of thing would
    Always be her business.

  15. LBC

    Drive-Thru Business

    Saw his truck in the drive-thru of that donut place,
    I was thinkin’, Now what was he stuffing into his face?
    I served him a two-egg omelet, no-carb wheat toast on his plate,
    To me it seemed like a breakfast that was definitely first rate.

    Saw his truck in the drive-thru of that coffee shop
    I was thinkin’, Now what was the reason for that stop?
    I brewed him a cup of decaf with a light snack for his lunch
    Why does he feel the need to continue to munch?

    Saw his truck in the drive-thru of that fast food restaurant
    I was thinkin’, Now what else could he possible want?
    I served him tasty chicken, grilled, of course, not fried
    Even added a garden salad, with dressing on the side.
    Strawberry banana sugar-free Jell-O was dessert
    Oh, come on, a little indulgence could not possibly hurt.

    Saw his truck parked in the parking lot of that super store
    I had already gotten groceries, what was he in there for?
    Then the answer to my questions became perfectly clear to me
    It just is not my business, now I see!

  16. Lori Desrosiers

    The Long Why

    She wrote her name on the porch railing
    “GABY” with the “y” extra long it ran
    all the way down the wood to the steps.
    His daughters showed it to him
    and she was grounded or spanked
    I don’t remember exactly but she swore
    she didn’t do it and to this day says
    she didn’t do it and we are no longer there
    in that house with that man who punished
    her constantly to get to me and I was afraid
    to stand up for my own child, my own child,
    and she says his children called her names
    and I don’t remember telling them to stop
    and I still haven’t forgiven myself but
    at least I awoke from that ungodly stupor
    took her away from him and got us help.
    Times are better now and life is kinder,
    but I sometimes wonder who it was who
    wrote her name on the porch and why.

  17. Richard-Merlin Atwater

    Ain’t None of My Business
    (c) Richard-Merlin Atwater April 14, 2011 prompt for the day written 15th April

    What YOU do with YOUR time ain’t none of my business,
    What you believe in your heart ain’t none of my business,
    How you vote with your thought ain’t none of my business,
    Who you love and who you avoid ain’t none of my business,
    Why you do what you do ain’t none of my business either,
    Where you go on a trip to travel, it ain’t none of my business,
    When you decide to take action ain’t none of my business,

    But what you do to me, and how you do it, as well as who
    You are, as you do it, and where and when is my business.
    Therefore, please follow the Golden Rule when you do
    Whatever you do, to whomsoever you do it to, because
    If you decide to do it to them, or me, it is OUR business.
    And whether your Christian, Muslim, or Jew, an agnostic or
    Atheist, a budding Buddhist, Hindu, or confused Confucist,

    It don’t matter to me at all, whether your short or tall, fat or skinny,
    Republican or Democrat, an Independent Tea Party philosophat,
    Ugly as sin with a triple chin, or youthful with beauty, Yes, a
    Downright cutie, or in middle age, a fool or a sage, on the rampage,
    Or peaceful, serene, and apt to live with a dream for the future
    That provides for a better life with your kids and your wife, and
    You have hope for salvation, and use the metro station to go to work,

    As you surmise on your chinny-chin-chin, even if your name is Vinnie,
    And you live on a farm, or with metropolitan charm choose the city,
    With an urban atmosphere, as opposed to a pastoral view with cows,
    Who knows, what will be will be, but what YOU do to me, or a friend,
    That is my business, my friend, and thus we should expect the "and hows"
    To be of concern to those who have an interest in the public debt, and
    Yet, I bet you may not even fret over such things if you have no political

    Wings, or stance to dance, as long as you don’t try to blow me up,
    Or explode a national monument for all to gaze upon as an icon
    Of influence for what we presumably believe, or stand for, in our everyday
    National life, whether in New York City, or near the Golden Gate Bridge,
    Embossed on some magnetic rubberized trinket on the door of my fridge,
    For my kids to see in remembrance of the story in their history book, as we
    Look to the future to bring us hope concerning how we will live in America.

    Of course, my dear sir, covered by a shermagh, or madame with a birka,
    Sometimes called a Hijab, or a chadar, to conceal the true identity of
    The face, if not in shame, at least in religious disguise of wonder as to
    Who the heck you think you are, ugly as sin, by the hair of your chinny-
    Chin, chin, unraveled into the darkness of unknown sovereignty of thought,
    Yet incongruity of act as the Intifada of rebelliousness makes known your
    Purpose and design of disambiguation no longer concealed from truth.

    Which brings me back to the subject of it ain’t none of my business, unless–
    You guessed it right, dear bud, or chit-chat cat of influence over time and
    Circumstance forgone to conclusion that it should be my business, or
    Anyone else’s business too if you have a bomb in your shoe, or underpants,
    Or strapped inside a chastity belt made of felt, or even under your hat,
    Whether your skinny or fat, or young or old, bought or sold your soul to
    The Devil, or Allah, and confused Paradise with two cubed squares with
    Numbers to gamble, or seven virgins! It ain’t none of my business! Unless…guess!

  18. Julie Hayes

    Gossip

    Spppp, spppp, spppp
    Or so the whispering goes
    There is nothing worse
    In this world
    Than a gossip
    Spppp, spppp, spppp
    That’s the story of the day
    A big ‘ole gossip
    Just whispered it in my ear.
    Spppp, spppp, spppp
    As it’s whispered in my ear.
    Please don’t tell me
    ‘Cause it ain’t none of my business.

  19. Earl Parsons

    Non-Ya

    Strolling along in the mall
    Minding my own business
    Window shopping
    Waiting on my wife
    Fighting boredom
    When out of nowhere
    A teeny-bopper blindsides me
    With a coupon in the face
    For 25 percent off of a
    50 dollar purchase
    And all I gotta’ do is
    Fill out a short form
    Of what I consider
    Personal information
    I scan the form
    Hand it back to her
    And explain in simple terms
    Thanks, but no thanks
    The information she seeks
    Is none of her business
    Then I tip her a buck
    After all
    She’s only doing her job

  20. Kyhaara

    The Window:
    Why have wide, transparent panes
    of glass devoid of slatted shutters and
    naked without curtaining, if not to invite
    outside eyes? A soap opera set in a bathroom,
    suds flying as you laugh with a stranger, is
    far from what I expected to see. It’s not
    my concern, nor my knowledge, but the
    opportunity is there and nothing hurts
    from just a peek here and there.
    None of my business, but all of my curiosity
    as to where your husband is.


    Several days late, but I found inspiration!

  21. annie mcwilliams

    enough

    you’re thirteen and hanging out
    in your uncle’s gas station
    with your dad, who drinks
    and you join your brother
    and cousins, stealing sips

    the men laugh as you get tipsy
    antics increase until someone
    gets hurt, so you learn to sneak
    stroh’s and moonshine from garage
    refrigerators and hide with guys
    in a junkyard, cut classes, stop after
    work at every bar you ever see

    never stop at good enough
    drinks for everyone, enough
    impaired, the piano is drinking
    enough, drink again, enough
    purple- veined- red- faced- weak
    – kneed, enough, never thirst never
    worry, a good time enough, a cure
    for the stomach, for infirmities,
    to your capacity, enough

  22. Jolanta Laurinaitis

    When I shouldn’t care

    When I smile wanly
    And shrug my shoulders
    Trying to rid
    Those heavy boulders
    That sit upon them
    And I shake my head
    In pretend nonchalance
    My voice proclaims
    That it isn’t my business
    And I no longer care
    Yet I still find my mind
    Pressing its ear
    Against the door

  23. Jim

    Robert, I am not sure if you want daily postings or wait for me to select a top 5 to send you. Please let me know what you want and how to send it. I’m a newbie to this, but loving it – thanks! – J.

  24. JSP

    It Ain’t None of My Business

    From 8 to 5 we do what we’re told
    Or expected, with everything else thrown in.
    The supervisor says this,
    The CEO says that,
    And everyone in between has his own opinions.
    What makes sense to the common man
    Seems to make no sense to the policy makers.
    While their policies make no sense to anyone —
    The common man, the day laborer, the paid employee
    Who tries to follow all the conflicting rules and ideas
    And yet, still gets his job done in a timely manner
    With pride in his work and pride in himself.
    What makes the organization tick?
    Well, it ain’t none of my business.

  25. Juanita Lewison-Snyder

    gossip monger
    by juanita lewison-snyder

    all day long her mouth runs
    till i’m thoroughly nauseated
    and my ears start to bleed.
    i know more about this woman’s business
    than i’ve a right to,
    in spite of my rolled eyes,
    but she primps in her compact
    and presses on for full shock value
    not caring who all overhears.

    standing in line at the checkout
    i eye the rump roast in front of me
    and suddenly recognize the pangs in my gut,
    but can’t decide, burgers or dogs?
    minutes turn to hours
    waiting for a lull in your tirade
    in which to interrupt with my own agenda,
    but i take the plunge anyways
    and cut off my friend with,
    "beef or pork?"
    braking and skid marks
    from all over the store
    fill the speakers overhead
    and a thousand faces stare
    angrily back as if i’ve
    stepped between their tv and remote,
    you at the forefront
    with the audacity to say
    "what?! none of your bees wax!"

    © 2011 by Juanita Lewison-Snyder

  26. Mike Bayles

    Steps Taken

    A stranger in a bar
    while drinking a beer
    tells me he likes the tenth step
    of the AA Program
    where he focuses on himself.
    He doesn’t like talking
    about the other steps.
    He tells me he has received treatment
    and that an acquaintance
    is letting him stay
    while he looks for work
    after he had gotten fired.
    He tells me
    it’s his second drink
    but the bartender says
    it’s more like five.
    He asks me to help him
    figure out how to use the cell phone
    he just bought,
    but I feel
    that’s the least
    of his problems.

  27. Mike Bayles

    Steps Taken

    A stranger in a bar
    while drinking a beer,
    tells me he likes the tenth step
    of the AA Program,
    where he focuses on himself.
    He doesn’t like talking
    about the other steps.
    He tells me he has received treatment,
    and that an acquaintance
    is putting him up,
    while he looks for work
    after he had gotten fired.
    He tells me
    it’s his second drink,
    but the bartender says
    it’s more like five.
    He asks me to help him
    figure out how to use the phone
    he just bought,
    but I feel
    that’s the least
    of his problems.

  28. Doug

    none of the above

    they have
    an election going on

    and being a resident but not
    a citizen
    i am effected but have no cause
    that i can push with

    i am horrified
    at the excesses, the murder
    of democracy by the zealots,
    the pharisees in the chamber
    who see contempt as an inconvenience
    something brushed off

    i am taxed
    by their arrogance, their burdens

    their sheer spite in excusing
    the trickle of billions
    into gold-lined pockets

    i am crucified that they do not see
    their own moral ambiguity,
    transparency is but a shard of glass
    in a fraud case,
    something they will look through
    but do not see
    of it’s own sake

    and i?

    But a resident, not a citizen
    i will be crucified
    on the cross
    of someone else’s business

    ain’t nothing to do with me
    this travesty
    though i’m sure we’ll export it,
    package it in spin and bafflegarb

    it’s somebodies right

    ain’t mine

    ©D Pugh April MMXI

  29. Margot Suydam

    Nobody’s Business

    One man toddles
    down the line,
    commuters idling
    to go home Friday
    night at the bus
    station. A palm
    flattens full frontal
    to each silent face,
    outstretched with gurgles.
    We ignore him, retreat
    clumsy into crinkled
    newspapers, protected
    from fear and fumes.

    Margot Suydam

  30. Salvatore Buttaci

    WHAT’S THE SENSE

    you only care to hear
    what you want to hear
    so what’s the sense
    of my beating my head
    against the concrete wall
    of your misguided ideas
    about how cigarettes
    calm you down

    how drinking a few glasses
    of wine clears your head
    and let’s not forget
    the way you shake your head
    each time I mention God
    or the possibility of
    heaven and hell

    you are convinced
    you are the master
    of your own destiny
    free to do as you please
    and though I have tried
    for years to change your mind
    your smile says I should
    mind my own business

    go pick on someone else to save

    #

  31. Yoly

    Before the Alarm Clock’s Shrill

    4 twenty-something men held bats in whitewashed
    fists. I watched from behind a drape of trepidation
    a few feet away. They were fixed on a 16 year old
    local boy who stood next to some of his family

    members. One gangly guy struck that handsome
    boy in the head as if to rid the teen of what he
    was not born with, and to ruin a high cheekbone
    future. To the frustration of the firebrand,

    he did not collapse to the ground nor did he
    bleed in response to the malevolence.

    The blinking light of my eyes became a sign
    promoting the business of fear: my feet
    bought into it. But my apron, my heart,
    my linens and the Lord’s Prayer
    ran to get between the coup and crash.

    The none-of-your-business investors
    sold their motto within the dim bulbs
    of eyes as they all drew closer to the boy.
    Family, passersby and I allowed fear
    to trump what business is was of ours.

  32. Linda M. Rhinehart Neas

    When Personal Was Still That

    I long for the days when we
    had the inconvenience of locking
    ourselves in tiny boxes of windows
    provided by Ma Bell
    to converse with those
    not in the immediate
    vicinity.

    Now, my ears are assaulted
    with the panderings of those
    I don’t know,
    nor care to
    as they unabashedly discuss
    the most intimate details of
    their lives.

  33. Carol

    Does it Matter

    to you, does it,
    that they close down jobs,
    ship them offshore?
    Sounds so remote, exotic:
    assembly lines taking slow boats
    to third world countries.

    Outsourced. A funny movie.
    A TV show. Did you catch
    the latest episode? Did you laugh?
    I could, except that every day
    I am teleconferenced in to advise
    on what corrections to make
    in the work that used to be my job.

    Perhaps it helps world economy.
    Brings prosperity to have-nots.
    But—
    who will buy your product here at home
    when all the jobs are gone?
    When all your companies are foreign-owned?
    Who will be the have-nots then?

  34. Carol

    Does it Matter

    to you, does it,
    that they close down jobs,
    ship them offshore?
    Sounds so remote, exotic:
    assembly lines taking slow boats
    to third world countries.

    Outsourced. A funny movie.
    A TV show. Did you catch
    the latest episode? Did you laugh?
    I could, except that every day
    I am teleconferenced in to advise
    on what corrections to make
    in the work that used to be my job.

    Perhaps it helps world economy.
    Brings prosperity to have-nots.
    But—
    who will buy your product here at home
    when all the jobs are gone?
    When all your companies are foreign-owned?
    Who will be the have-nots then?

  35. Babs Loyd

    PAD Challenge
    Day # 15 None of My Business
    Ear Candy

    In Sunday School, it was announced
    that a friend who lost his wife is getting remarried
    and there was applause. I overheard someone else
    say the new wife looks amazingly like the old one.

    In the hair salon I overheard someone say
    her dog died mysteriously, with a gnawed paw,
    and that she might have to put down the young pup
    who fell off the balcony unless he stabilizes.

    Daughter let it slip that her boyfriend was angry when she
    missed the turn to his house and ended up in downtown
    Ft. Worth. The reason for his pique remains a mystery,
    but I think it has something to do with his ex-wife.

    I overheard my mother-in-law’s conversation with my husband
    when she said she thinks her nephew’s wife neglects him
    during his convalescence from recent surgery so she can drive
    to another city for 2 days to write her newspaper’s food column.

    Disregarding the sign saying PLEASE TURN OFF ALL CELL PHONES BEFORE ENTERING THE LIBRARY, a man’s rings loudly and he says
    "I’ll meet you there." I wonder if this will be a racy rendezvous
    or the hospital, home, or restaurant that will be his next destination? I hope it is either the first or the last, even though it is none of my business.

  36. stephanie barbe hammer

    it’s fundamental or too much information

    "Do you know about Jesus?
    Would you care for a hijab?
    Will you take 2 dishwashers
    — one for meat one for dairy? —
    Thank Jesus!
    Praise Allah
    Baruch Hashem!–
    Mine is the only one!
    Mine is the 3 in one!
    Mine is the first one!
    Mine is the latest one!"
    Buddhists, Jains, Hindus
    say "these monotheists are nuts"
    while the lonely Atheist expresses the view what we’re all secretly thinking:
    "keep to yourself or I’ll kick you in the–"

  37. Scooter Cascadia

    bucket

    if this is your bucket
    of lies festering out past the compost
    bucket, in the rain, lidless, slopping over
    into my petunias, i say
    thanks for making something that
    even nature can make whole
    by rotting. i don’t wish
    you
    to rot

    just your words, dis
    solving into an alpha
    bet soup that no
    one should
    eat

  38. Yoly

    Before the Alarm Clock’s Shrill

    4 twenty-something men held bats in whitewashed

    fists. I watched from behind a drape of trepidation

    a few feet away. They were fixed on a 16 year old

    local boy who stood next to some of his family

    members. One gangly guy struck that handsome

    boy in the head as if to rid the teen of what he

    was not born with, and to shatter a high cheekbone

    future. To the frustration of the firebrand,

    he did not collapse to the ground nor did he

    bleed in response to the malevolence.

    The blinking light of my eyes became a sign

    promoting the business of fear: my feet

    brought into it. But my apron, my heart,

    my good cups and saucepans ran to get

    between the coup and crash.

    The this-is-none-of-your-business investors

    sold their motto within the dim bulbs

    of eyes. They drew closer to the boy.

    Family, passersby and I allowed fear

    to trump what business is was of ours.

  39. AC Leming

    I don’t want to talk about you,
    it’s none of your business
    how you make me feel.  
    I’ll keep my emotions
    tucked tight to my chest.  
    I’ll smile when you and my
    replacement walk in the bar
    we used to frequent.  I’ll swallow
    my bile and say a friendly hello.  
    But stop calling me to ask if I’m ok.  
    Don’t go out of your way to greet me
    on the street.  It’s none of your business
    how I feel since you never heard my sigh
    of relief when you closed the door behind you.

  40. PSC in CT

    OOOOPS! Apologies for the typos! (Well, I DID say it was a draft.) I won’t bother re-posting corrections. It was already too long, why repeat it? 😉

  41. Mariel Dumas

    Kid on the Bus

    When you get on the bus
    Everyone stares
    Suit and Addidas bag and fur cap
    Even when it’s one hundred and twelve degrees outside
    And our skin melts to the plastic blue seats
    You wear a fur cap
    Perhaps to shield your eyes from a blinding sun
    Perhaps because your head is too bald
    Wondering how you’ve come to your disguise
    Getting off at a deadend block
    A lost apartment complex amongst rows and rows
    Of green and yellow brick houses
    You stare and I stare back
    Knowing it’s none of my business
    Where you go
    With that ugly fur hat

  42. PSC in CT

    Rats! I hate when my poems run on too long, but I’m still a day behind and wanting to catch up, so no time to spend on shrinking it. Here’s my draft. Hopefully, I’ll have time to polish it later. For now, it’s on to pick up today’s prompt.

    Current Events (None of my Business)

    Time it was when information was dropped at your doorstep in the morning,
    delivered into your living room as the nightly news. Bold headlines; factual,
    impartial, impersonal recitation of events, entrusted to us with confidence;
    everyone acquiring the same information, interpretation left up to the listener;
    conversations with friends and neighbors to discuss, consider, debate;
    contemplate, deliberate; judgments to be decided by each individual

    At some point, the spin became the thing, with opinions sneaking in –
    liberal, conservative, commercial, industrial, scientific, naturalistic; “news”
    becoming someone’s personal viewpoint, peppered by propaganda,
    sprinkled with innuendo, shouted out hourly on the radio – each faction,
    coloring the truth, offering its own version of events
    Political discussions becoming obsolete, taboo; the world effectively divided
    into “us” and “them” – biased reporting having made each side too fired up
    incapable of listening to listen objectively to logic

    Now, “news” is streaming non-stop 24/7, Reality shows have become the new reality.
    We’re stuck in idle over Idol, pondering the latest misstep in Dancing,
    wondering who will be the sole Survivor, have all gone gaga over Gaga.
    We’re inundated with the latest reports of who’s dating – or marrying – whom,
    who’s pregnant and who’s the daddy; who is gay or bi-sexual, transvestite or transsexual;
    who’s addicted to what and which rehab program they’re enrolled in.

    Call me an old fogey, old fart and old fashioned, but, honest to God,
    it’s nobody’s business (but their own), and frankly, Scarlet, I don’t give a damn.

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