Dennis Mantin

Dennis Mantin

It’s rhythmic and it’s catchy and will make the stoners dance. It gives hope to the hopeless, makes them feels there’s a chance.

It comes from somewhere mysterious, it’s source I’m not sure; and its rumored from intentions that might be far from pure.

It’s quiet and its Sunday and the band has all left town. Their all nursing headaches and the weapons are laid down.

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It comes and it goes with smiles and a nod. Talks about weekends not a word about God.

Drinks and it smokes and seemingly hates work. Well versed in opinions at celebrities berserk.

It’s cool and it’s hip and suffers for sin and cries in the darkness where resentments begin.

Dennis Mantin

Dennis Mantin

It’s Friday in the city, I heard some words you said. Dreamt of Bob again last night, those words now in my head. We were watering plants and talking some, really don’t know about what. But I saw him clear as if he was here and the impression that I got. Is I must be doing what I should be doing and he is just ok. He said good luck or something else and he was on his way.

Dennis Mantin

The long sensitivity period that is known as ‘Politically Incorrect’ that spawned the far left has apparently died.

The death knell happened at the roast for Alec Baldwin where Caitlyn Jenner was in attendance. It has to be noted that Caitlyn took this all in stride.

The joke is a 2 parter… 1- Bruce Jenner wanted to be here, however some crazy psycho bitch cut off his cock and balls.

2- Bruce if you’re in there… blink twice.

Comedian Dave Chappelle delivered the opening uppercut with his sticks and stones special and Bill Burr countered with his special, Paper Tiger…

Dennis Mantin

She was happy then…

Anything but joy seemed improbable.

Glowing, beaming, radiant Joy!

Ah the memories.

Dennis Mantin

Jay walks Into traffic SCREAMING! Pointing, staring, sharing.

I see him in quieter times sitting on the sidewalk pointing his lit cigarette at various items strewn around his area, as if keeping some sort of tally or order to them. Smoke trails over niknaks and things. He mumbles incoherently.

He’s as far gone as anyone you will see on the streets unsupervised.

He got in my face as I waited for a streetcar. “Are you going to give me some money?” Looking in his eyes seemed to set him off. ” Yes I’m a dummy. I was born this way. I’m mentally fucked!”

He went off cursing and bumming and I let the streetcar pass. I caught up to him and put a 10 in his hand

Jay said, “Thank you. ” And opened his hand to show me his niknaks of which one was a child’s mittens.

” Those are my sons.” He beat his chest with his fist.”My sons!… Don’t you forget !! My son!”

Dennis Mantin

It’s sunrise and September.

The grass all wet with dew.

It’s Autumn in my lifetime.

Regrets I’ve had a few.

My past I often ponder.

I’ve stayed there way to long.

So many more things to do.

The future holds no wrong.

Dennis Mantin