A Ditty What happened to the human race? It vanished, friend, without a trace. And what, pray tell, of humankind? You may well seek, but will not find. And finally, humanity? It slipped into insanity. It’s Coming ... I won’t accept a chip. I will not take the knee. And so, my friend, I’m on a trip--- It’s to the camps for me. Please do not shed a tear. It was, indeed, my choice. The bus rolls on and death draws near--- I’m glad I raised my voice. The end comes for us all. I go with head held high. For once I find I’m standing tall--- I will live free or die. A Senryu We all need to write While there’s still some daylight left For fast comes the night. On the Communist Hijacking of Ballet I think Ballet Has seen its day And gone the way Of Mao and Che. Joe Tessitore is a retired New York City resident and poet.