Where's all the snow?

I was just thinking back on Winter 2015, when I rode my bike to work and ended up snowbound for awhile.

Ah, now that was a PROPER winter!

I'm not an intellectual,

a poet or a scribe.
I put my well worn jeans on
always one leg at a time.
My farts don't smell like cupcakes,
my breath is sometimes putrid,
my snoring could wake up the dead;
of that, you can't dispute it.
I wish with all my might I could be
highly more effectual,
but I am just your average guy,
and not an intellectual.

I'm a cowboy,

on a steel horse I ride.
If I forget to take the trash out again,
I'll be wanted:
Dead or Alive.

Riding's not that hard;

it's like sitting on a chair
strapped to a rocket.

#haiku

No poetry

It's hard to imagine
a real poet's imagination
can still evoke images poetic
during pathetic times
as these.

As for me?
I'm all out of poetry.

My old grandpa would always say...

If I was smarter,

and had money, I'd run for public office; maybe just for the office of Dog Catcher, but by God I'd treat those dogs right.

My Texas

Let's get global!

Thanks to Muslim entrepreneurs several centuries ago, I'm enjoying my first cup of coffee of the day.

Coffee is the US's largest food import and second most valuable commodity after oil. Viva Columbia!

For lunch, I think I'll have a big bowl of Ramen. Arigatou Japan!

God bless imported Mexican Tequila and after-work Margaritas!

If it wasn't for Italian immigrants, I wouldn't be eating pizza tonight. "Immigrants. We get the job done."

And how did I observe the first day of the Chinese New Year? By drinking Columbian coffee made in a Chinese coffee maker while eating leftover Italian pizza.

Stand up for globalization!

It's cool!