Hardesty’s Corner of Humor

Life Insurance 

A plan that keeps you in a lifetime of poverty so

your insurance agent can die rich.  

Hardesty’s Corner of Humor

 

POET

What a Kentuckian does when he pours Bourbon. 

Me, My Dog, and A Ghost

 

Sometimes when you're in a bad place

life becomes a better Hell, you may pick

up your cross and carry it to a mountaintop,

but you'll never pick up your headstone from

your grave. Death’s patient as the sunbeam, no 

chains can hold back the rushing of time. Where

insults breach propriety and inflamed barbs may

constitute threats, you laugh at the circus within. 

Wobbled restraint. My heightened shadow crests

upon the beaten past and the sunlight dims the 

unknown future. Why am I here? Why do I suffer

this malaise? Why do I have original sin?