Roger D. Linder
@rdlinder.bsky.social
Author of "Only Golden Fingers Could Play So Heavy" and composer of rock opera of the same name. FAWM participant. If I wrote all of the rest down, you’d need a bigger screen.
But what about this sticky mess?
I feel a bit logy, I guess
The fumes are overcoming me
A pitfall I did not foresee
Should I warn my friends away?
Is it my end, to my dismay?
This lovely stench, I must surmise
Has led to this, this fly's demise
I feel a bit logy, I guess
The fumes are overcoming me
A pitfall I did not foresee
Should I warn my friends away?
Is it my end, to my dismay?
This lovely stench, I must surmise
Has led to this, this fly's demise
November 20, 2025 at 5:18 PM
But what about this sticky mess?
I feel a bit logy, I guess
The fumes are overcoming me
A pitfall I did not foresee
Should I warn my friends away?
Is it my end, to my dismay?
This lovely stench, I must surmise
Has led to this, this fly's demise
I feel a bit logy, I guess
The fumes are overcoming me
A pitfall I did not foresee
Should I warn my friends away?
Is it my end, to my dismay?
This lovely stench, I must surmise
Has led to this, this fly's demise
I will bring my buddies here
They will come from far and near
They will delight in this disgust
The fumes so strong they might combust
I'll take another whiff and then
Be ready to dive in again
No worries I can eat at will
It's my own personal landfill
They will come from far and near
They will delight in this disgust
The fumes so strong they might combust
I'll take another whiff and then
Be ready to dive in again
No worries I can eat at will
It's my own personal landfill
November 20, 2025 at 5:18 PM
I will bring my buddies here
They will come from far and near
They will delight in this disgust
The fumes so strong they might combust
I'll take another whiff and then
Be ready to dive in again
No worries I can eat at will
It's my own personal landfill
They will come from far and near
They will delight in this disgust
The fumes so strong they might combust
I'll take another whiff and then
Be ready to dive in again
No worries I can eat at will
It's my own personal landfill
It smells, I think I'll take a peek
It smells so bad I'll stay a week
My fetid, putrid cul-de-sac
Oh how that smell does take me back
A maggot when I came alive
The trash can on which I would thrive
But with these wings my range improves
As to this new smell I approve
It smells so bad I'll stay a week
My fetid, putrid cul-de-sac
Oh how that smell does take me back
A maggot when I came alive
The trash can on which I would thrive
But with these wings my range improves
As to this new smell I approve
November 20, 2025 at 5:18 PM
It smells, I think I'll take a peek
It smells so bad I'll stay a week
My fetid, putrid cul-de-sac
Oh how that smell does take me back
A maggot when I came alive
The trash can on which I would thrive
But with these wings my range improves
As to this new smell I approve
It smells so bad I'll stay a week
My fetid, putrid cul-de-sac
Oh how that smell does take me back
A maggot when I came alive
The trash can on which I would thrive
But with these wings my range improves
As to this new smell I approve
Peter:
Will you guide us?
Jesus:
I won’t need to. You will guide yourselves.
But the spirit I will send you, will be something else!
Just a nudging, that you’re feeling,
You may hear a call
Answer swiftly, hesitate none
Don’t let the movement stall!
Will you guide us?
Jesus:
I won’t need to. You will guide yourselves.
But the spirit I will send you, will be something else!
Just a nudging, that you’re feeling,
You may hear a call
Answer swiftly, hesitate none
Don’t let the movement stall!
November 18, 2025 at 9:37 PM
Peter:
Will you guide us?
Jesus:
I won’t need to. You will guide yourselves.
But the spirit I will send you, will be something else!
Just a nudging, that you’re feeling,
You may hear a call
Answer swiftly, hesitate none
Don’t let the movement stall!
Will you guide us?
Jesus:
I won’t need to. You will guide yourselves.
But the spirit I will send you, will be something else!
Just a nudging, that you’re feeling,
You may hear a call
Answer swiftly, hesitate none
Don’t let the movement stall!
Peter:
So he won’t die?
Jesus:
Did not say that, just you nevermind
He will tell our tales to the world, he’s the one assigned.
Were they written down in volumes
All the pages filled
There would not be room enough for
Prophecies fulfilled
So he won’t die?
Jesus:
Did not say that, just you nevermind
He will tell our tales to the world, he’s the one assigned.
Were they written down in volumes
All the pages filled
There would not be room enough for
Prophecies fulfilled
November 18, 2025 at 9:37 PM
Peter:
So he won’t die?
Jesus:
Did not say that, just you nevermind
He will tell our tales to the world, he’s the one assigned.
Were they written down in volumes
All the pages filled
There would not be room enough for
Prophecies fulfilled
So he won’t die?
Jesus:
Did not say that, just you nevermind
He will tell our tales to the world, he’s the one assigned.
Were they written down in volumes
All the pages filled
There would not be room enough for
Prophecies fulfilled
Peter:
What about him?
Jesus:
Why should you care? What is that to you?
If I want him to stay alive, what else can you do?
You must follow me, my commandments
You must must feed my sheep
You will find that, should you falter
You won't fall asleep
What about him?
Jesus:
Why should you care? What is that to you?
If I want him to stay alive, what else can you do?
You must follow me, my commandments
You must must feed my sheep
You will find that, should you falter
You won't fall asleep
November 18, 2025 at 9:37 PM
Peter:
What about him?
Jesus:
Why should you care? What is that to you?
If I want him to stay alive, what else can you do?
You must follow me, my commandments
You must must feed my sheep
You will find that, should you falter
You won't fall asleep
What about him?
Jesus:
Why should you care? What is that to you?
If I want him to stay alive, what else can you do?
You must follow me, my commandments
You must must feed my sheep
You will find that, should you falter
You won't fall asleep
And so, my friends, I end this note
I dare say we'll not meet again
For of this life, no antidote
It's only loss, and naught to gain
I dare say we'll not meet again
For of this life, no antidote
It's only loss, and naught to gain
November 15, 2025 at 10:12 PM
And so, my friends, I end this note
I dare say we'll not meet again
For of this life, no antidote
It's only loss, and naught to gain
I dare say we'll not meet again
For of this life, no antidote
It's only loss, and naught to gain
It seems as if it's a good time
To shuffle off this mortal coil
In victory, the only crime
Is to gain this loser's spoils
A failure I shall always be
There's nothing otherwise I know
Any attempt to alter me
Will come as something of a blow
To shuffle off this mortal coil
In victory, the only crime
Is to gain this loser's spoils
A failure I shall always be
There's nothing otherwise I know
Any attempt to alter me
Will come as something of a blow
November 15, 2025 at 10:12 PM
It seems as if it's a good time
To shuffle off this mortal coil
In victory, the only crime
Is to gain this loser's spoils
A failure I shall always be
There's nothing otherwise I know
Any attempt to alter me
Will come as something of a blow
To shuffle off this mortal coil
In victory, the only crime
Is to gain this loser's spoils
A failure I shall always be
There's nothing otherwise I know
Any attempt to alter me
Will come as something of a blow
The truth has now been spoken
My light no longer shines
All hope has now been broken
They've all left me behind
The pain of their betrayal
Too much for me to bear
I see in their portrayal
I catch it in their glare
My light no longer shines
All hope has now been broken
They've all left me behind
The pain of their betrayal
Too much for me to bear
I see in their portrayal
I catch it in their glare
November 15, 2025 at 10:12 PM
The truth has now been spoken
My light no longer shines
All hope has now been broken
They've all left me behind
The pain of their betrayal
Too much for me to bear
I see in their portrayal
I catch it in their glare
My light no longer shines
All hope has now been broken
They've all left me behind
The pain of their betrayal
Too much for me to bear
I see in their portrayal
I catch it in their glare
No more people were around
To hear the filling sound;
No more music rocked the air.
He was where he was meant to be,
Tears ran down so he couldn't see,
Now singing should be rare.
To hear the filling sound;
No more music rocked the air.
He was where he was meant to be,
Tears ran down so he couldn't see,
Now singing should be rare.
November 14, 2025 at 2:16 PM
No more people were around
To hear the filling sound;
No more music rocked the air.
He was where he was meant to be,
Tears ran down so he couldn't see,
Now singing should be rare.
To hear the filling sound;
No more music rocked the air.
He was where he was meant to be,
Tears ran down so he couldn't see,
Now singing should be rare.
I dreamed I saw my baby in the middle of the stage
He sat there all alone, the crowd left in a rage.
His sobs I heard as music now but the shouts would no longer grow.
He said, "Please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
He sat there all alone, the crowd left in a rage.
His sobs I heard as music now but the shouts would no longer grow.
He said, "Please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
November 14, 2025 at 2:16 PM
I dreamed I saw my baby in the middle of the stage
He sat there all alone, the crowd left in a rage.
His sobs I heard as music now but the shouts would no longer grow.
He said, "Please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
He sat there all alone, the crowd left in a rage.
His sobs I heard as music now but the shouts would no longer grow.
He said, "Please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
Many people were around
To hear the filling sound
As the music filled the air.
He was where he had to be
Smoke so thick I couldn't see.
The atmosphere of a fair.
To hear the filling sound
As the music filled the air.
He was where he had to be
Smoke so thick I couldn't see.
The atmosphere of a fair.
November 14, 2025 at 2:16 PM
Many people were around
To hear the filling sound
As the music filled the air.
He was where he had to be
Smoke so thick I couldn't see.
The atmosphere of a fair.
To hear the filling sound
As the music filled the air.
He was where he had to be
Smoke so thick I couldn't see.
The atmosphere of a fair.
I dreamed I saw my baby and he stood as a man
He stood there, he was singing, in front of a long-haired band
A voice as shrill as birds in flight, as low as a croaking toad
He said, "please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
He stood there, he was singing, in front of a long-haired band
A voice as shrill as birds in flight, as low as a croaking toad
He said, "please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
November 14, 2025 at 2:16 PM
I dreamed I saw my baby and he stood as a man
He stood there, he was singing, in front of a long-haired band
A voice as shrill as birds in flight, as low as a croaking toad
He said, "please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
He stood there, he was singing, in front of a long-haired band
A voice as shrill as birds in flight, as low as a croaking toad
He said, "please come here mother, and take this heavy load."
First is mine, I take the crown
I now have won the race
There's nothing that can keep me down
I need to keep the pace
I now have won the race
There's nothing that can keep me down
I need to keep the pace
November 13, 2025 at 4:45 PM
First is mine, I take the crown
I now have won the race
There's nothing that can keep me down
I need to keep the pace
I now have won the race
There's nothing that can keep me down
I need to keep the pace
Have to work to win the race
Have to break that tape
All my efforts are a waste
Unless doubts I escape
Marathon, it's not a sprint
No reason to give up
From here I think I see a glint
Desired loving cup
Have to break that tape
All my efforts are a waste
Unless doubts I escape
Marathon, it's not a sprint
No reason to give up
From here I think I see a glint
Desired loving cup
November 13, 2025 at 4:45 PM
Have to work to win the race
Have to break that tape
All my efforts are a waste
Unless doubts I escape
Marathon, it's not a sprint
No reason to give up
From here I think I see a glint
Desired loving cup
Have to break that tape
All my efforts are a waste
Unless doubts I escape
Marathon, it's not a sprint
No reason to give up
From here I think I see a glint
Desired loving cup
As I near the finish line
I feel I'm slowing down
I think that I'm not feeling fine
Will I ever get the crown?
Is there time to reach the goal?
Is there time to rest?
At first I had been on a roll
Giving it my best
I feel I'm slowing down
I think that I'm not feeling fine
Will I ever get the crown?
Is there time to reach the goal?
Is there time to rest?
At first I had been on a roll
Giving it my best
November 13, 2025 at 4:45 PM
As I near the finish line
I feel I'm slowing down
I think that I'm not feeling fine
Will I ever get the crown?
Is there time to reach the goal?
Is there time to rest?
At first I had been on a roll
Giving it my best
I feel I'm slowing down
I think that I'm not feeling fine
Will I ever get the crown?
Is there time to reach the goal?
Is there time to rest?
At first I had been on a roll
Giving it my best
I am a collector
Have to have it all
Collectibles protector
Can't wait for my next haul
Have to have it all
Collectibles protector
Can't wait for my next haul
November 11, 2025 at 7:27 PM
I am a collector
Have to have it all
Collectibles protector
Can't wait for my next haul
Have to have it all
Collectibles protector
Can't wait for my next haul
Some may call it hoarding
A gathering of junk
I find it all rewarding
Eliminates my funk
Every day and every way I pick up what I will
Shouldn't have to justify, gives me such a thrill
People say "Get rid of it, donate it to Goodwill.
This is way too much to keep, a bit of overkill"
A gathering of junk
I find it all rewarding
Eliminates my funk
Every day and every way I pick up what I will
Shouldn't have to justify, gives me such a thrill
People say "Get rid of it, donate it to Goodwill.
This is way too much to keep, a bit of overkill"
November 11, 2025 at 7:27 PM
Some may call it hoarding
A gathering of junk
I find it all rewarding
Eliminates my funk
Every day and every way I pick up what I will
Shouldn't have to justify, gives me such a thrill
People say "Get rid of it, donate it to Goodwill.
This is way too much to keep, a bit of overkill"
A gathering of junk
I find it all rewarding
Eliminates my funk
Every day and every way I pick up what I will
Shouldn't have to justify, gives me such a thrill
People say "Get rid of it, donate it to Goodwill.
This is way too much to keep, a bit of overkill"
Larger and larger the collections grow
Is there any way to stop? Nobody knows
If I start another, where will it go?
And when I'm gone, to whom shall I bestow?
I am a collector
Saving all I can
Managing director
Of a master plan
Is there any way to stop? Nobody knows
If I start another, where will it go?
And when I'm gone, to whom shall I bestow?
I am a collector
Saving all I can
Managing director
Of a master plan
November 11, 2025 at 7:27 PM
Larger and larger the collections grow
Is there any way to stop? Nobody knows
If I start another, where will it go?
And when I'm gone, to whom shall I bestow?
I am a collector
Saving all I can
Managing director
Of a master plan
Is there any way to stop? Nobody knows
If I start another, where will it go?
And when I'm gone, to whom shall I bestow?
I am a collector
Saving all I can
Managing director
Of a master plan