UN-P.C. Chimes

By Robin Dridge

In a world brainwashed by blind beliefs and preached promise, fraught with disposable marriages and liberal debt dridge spares no one as he chimes. Employing his distinct style of short to the point poems, with dridge satire and wit he challenges the status quo
while pushing aside the present day veils of political and social correctness.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Robin Dridge
• Release date: Nov 24, 2013
• ISBN: 9781310621192

Robin Dridge

I graduated as an alien in a high school where I'm pretty sure everyone was at the very least a distant cousin. Then I became a little school boy in a couple Universities, where they saw fit to give me an associate EE degree and a bachelors degree in business. A first class FCC license and secret clearance were acquired while building Harpoon and Tomahawk missiles at Texas Instruments, then later worked in various ventures for Rockwell International. It was somewhere at this point that a conclusion formed in my head; corporations are run by idiots due to the peter principal. Shortly then afterwards, it's not totally for certain, but I may have inspired the movie Office Space. It took three months of three stooges behavior to get relieved of duties for 90 days. The hidden goal was to draw unemployment and take the summer off, then go to IBM. The 90 days ended with a surge in paid party performances. I formed a DJ company, never went to IBM, and over 147 guys have DJed for my company, started March 13 (Friday),1981. Afflicted with English and German perfectionism, along with just enough Irish in there to land me in jail overnight a few times. I have been known to sprint into a bright light at night, thinking I might be finally getting out of here. I'm often chastised for never taking much of anything seriously. It's due to a vision of life on this monkey rock that looks like one big joke, often with me the butt of it upstairs... (They are all laughing, I just know it). I am certain the dumbest one from my planet could run any country down here better than the idiots that ruin them now. God may have made man from monkey, but then comes the hard part; making the man monkey no longer a monkey. There are no over complicated problems, just overly stupid mortals with their heads in the sand...or somewhere darker. In the immortal words of Forest Gump, "That's all I got to say about that." My writings are funny, un-PC, and distinctively different: Stories unlike any other, original humor, unique twists of descriptive poetry, and "out of the box" quotes. All meticulously released from an extreme mind to rattle across dridge bridges , massing into ink on paper, with superlative logic and imagination beyond traditional boundaries. If you read every and all the words - of what I have written for you to read - eagle and coo-coo are my grounded birds - set in lines for flight and await your lead - which leaves only you with poetic words - to succeed in the read and fly the birds.

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UN-P.C. CHIMES

short poems by Robin Dridge

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copyright 2013 Robin Dridge

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Table of Contents

DRIDGE'S DIGGERY

CARNAL MATES AND RESULTING FATES

SPIRITUAL FERRY AND CONTRARY

REALITY ERECTED NOT POLITICALLY CORRECTED

THE WAY I SEE IT

DRIDGE'S DIGGERY

when your brain is not fat

you look out past the port windows

you see the wrongs and UFOs

and things you see you don't dismiss

past the senseless and the 5th sense

when your brain is not fat

if you read every and all the words

of what I have written for you to read

eagle and coo-coo are my grounded birds

set in lines for flight and await your lead

which leaves only you with poetic words

to succeed in the read and fly the birds

before electrons lit our sight

when candlelight did light the night

when intellect was as good as gold

poets thrived in the books of old

out to sunshine as well the rain

the face stares through the window pane

watching for arrival to come

your best friend waits so hurry home

the distance barks

the gun pops

the body drops

the target's dead

the sand is red

the far dog barks

the standing stare

the lack of care

the moon shined eyes

the tidal rise

the lone dog barks

the red sand dims

the body swims

the ocean carts

the engine starts

the distance barks

I’m a one on a twos day

those who have a constant staring serious plight

are usually lower luminous of the bright

it's not that I hate children

it's I hate bad upbringing of children

and the resulting children

let's all get up and fight like they all did

before your parents were born or the Vicious Sid

or before you got so stupid and fat

let's all get up and fight just exactly like that

it's now I escape from escape sleep

that gives me nothing to my thought

that used to be so cool and deep

that now dreams lite with social rot

then you turned hard to play

as shadows walked away

and walls fell to decay

opening a new way

I would like to open the head

I would like to see what's inside

that makes mortals turn into lead

that makes humans seem like they've died

your innocent soul did not know

how to burn through and up the flue

of rising arts and fragrant farts

from has been men and clucking hen

I was a strong willed child

in vision dream so wild

I saw myself as supreme commander

in midst of monkey & salamander

relented to vice place

second in mortal race

rather than be somewhat

I would rather be not

waves of