Rule by Ridicule


It isn’t very cool to sit on a stool with a dunce cap in elementary school!

As a thing of ridicule, you feel like a fool, but everyone in class knows “That’s the rule!”

As you drool in your gruel and you contemplate school

You’re drowning in a pool or dying in a duel.

When you married that fool you met in high school

You thought he was cool, a masculine jewel,

Best diver in the school, who was free from ridicule.

He became a dull tool who loved to play pool.

Now you sit on your stool in the secretary pool.

You try to act cool and avoid ridicule,

But the boss is a mule, and he’s been to grad school

He knows every rule and how to be cruel.

But he’s never been cruel to the dizzy blond fool,

Whom you all ridicule in the keypunching pool.

She obeys every rule in her class at night school,

Yet she still isn’t cool nor a fine polished jewel.

Let’s cheer for the fools who follow the rules

Who don’t smoke Kools nor fall off bar stools.

We know they’re just tools or the spindles for spools.

Burning high-octane fuels ’til they die as old fools.

Chic Hollis is a longtime drummer and motorcyclist, who served in the US Air Force in North Africa. Married 4 times with 5 children born in 5 different countries on four continents, Chic is a politically independent citizen of the world interested in helping Americans understand the reality that is life overseas where many intelligent, educated, and industrious people aren’t as privileged as we are in the US. He studied Latin, Greek, Russian, French, Spanish, Portuguese, and German and ran several large companies. Sadly, Chic Has left this planet and we miss him very much, but we are very pleased to display his amazing writing works.