Grilled Cheese

 



Thursday.  July 31.  2025


Harken, varlets;


I’m afflicted with Trump melancholia this morning.  And things started out so beautifully.  A sound night’s rest. A productive session on the throne. An illuminating scripture study.  Twenty dollars in my pocket from a generous poetry lover yesterday.  Then I had to start looking at CNN.  Here’s all I’ve got to say about Trump and immigration:


Welcome. We don’t want you.


Whoever you may be.


You haven’t got the papers


We like in this country.


So step into this bus, friend.


A plane awaits you, chum.


You’ll be shot out of a cannon,


Not granted asylum.




I made blueberry pancakes yesterday afternoon.  They were very well received.  And since I already have the griddle down for my breakfast (grilled cheese sandwich, fried eggs, and a small bowl of kimchi) I’m going to leave it down and make some more grilled cheese sandwiches this afternoon – around four or so.  I’ll either give you a call or you can stop by to see if my door is open.  If it’s open I’m making grilled cheese.  If it’s closed, then please leave me in peace.  I’ve decided not to go door to door anymore.  Why should I beg people to take my food for free?  It’s demeaning.  Besides, I get more donations when people come to my door.


And just remember, you cannot push a rope.


Prince Paul


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