Daniel S. Irwin – Page 2 – Cajun Mutt Press

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 09/04/23

September 4, 2023 James D. Casey IV

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Daniel S. Irwin was born, raised, and is back in town at Sparta, Illinois. His card reads: Artist, Actor, Writer, Soldier, Scholar, Priest. He has won awards for his art, acting (over 100 films and 30+ stage productions), writing (nine books and work published in over one hundred magazines and journals world-wide), retired military (Air Force and Army), graduate of Southern Illinois University/Carbondale and has attended four other universities), and is an ordained Dudeist priest with a Ph.D. in Divinity (not bad for a heathen). Once worked as a medic in an institution for the criminally insane…but didn’t notice anything strange about the inmates. Latest on-line work can be found on Horror, Sleaze, Trash Magazine and Beatnik Cowboy. He would love to move back to Europe but fears the plague.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 05/26/23

May 26, 2023 James D. Casey IV

Blues Man

Brother Ron is a natural blues man.
He’s a whitey with a midnight soul.
His passionate guitar playin’ reflects
The hard and cold suffering of our lives.
It makes you so sad that you feel good
That things aren’t worse than they are.
Ron knows misery. Misery’s like glue.
Misery done followed him like a dog.
Can’t shake Misery. It’s always there.
Like a skinny bone-thin hungry stray.
Holler “Get!”, chase it, throw rocks.
Still misery comes back, licks your hand.
Good times are few but those you have
Lift you up and sooth the tortured heart.
Knocked down, you get up, that’s just life.
Ron plays and sings songs of harsh reality.
Some things are bad, some not so bad.
Being created equal truly stops at birth.
Life isn’t fair but learn the game and win.
Strum those strings praising your mother.
Her tender love for you is worth the song,
A song happy but sad since she’s now gone.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 03/31/23

March 31, 2023 James D. Casey IV

GRAVES

It costs over $30 US to
Visit the Queen’s grave
At St George’s Chapel in
Windsor Castle. Really.
Seeing the King’s grave,
At his beloved Graceland,
Costs about the same.
My grave’s gonna be free.
Won’t cost ya nothin’.
You can even piss on it.

Daniel S. Irwin was born, raised, and is back in town at Sparta, Illinois. His card reads: Artist, Actor, Writer, Soldier, Scholar, Priest. He has won awards for his art, acting (over 100 films and 30+ stage productions), writing (nine books and work published in over one hundred magazines and journals world-wide), retired military (Air Force and Army), graduate of Southern Illinois University/Carbondale and has attended four other universities), and is an ordained Dudeist priest with a Ph.D. in Divinity (not bad for a heathen). Once worked as a medic in an institution for the criminally insane…but didn’t notice anything strange about the inmates. Latest on-line work can be found on Horror, Sleaze, Trash Magazine and Beatnik Cowboy. He would love to move back to Europe but fears the plague.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 12/21/22

December 21, 2022 James D. Casey IV

Letter to Santa

Lookie here, Mister Santa Claus,
I gots me a wish list. Ya know,
I send you a wish list every year.
But you ain’t never brung me
Nothin’ I asked for. Why?
I don’t need a new dress.
I’m a dude. Don’tcha got
No cowboy hats or boots?
I don‘t need a coloring book
If you don’t bring no crayons.
Yeah, and that new bike
Was just something for the
Ol’ man to hock for beer.
That puppy you sent runned off.
I still got the mange real bad.
The one time you came to
The house, you wrestled me
Down and sat on my head,
Just like Uncle Joe and you
Got his liquor breath, too.
Santa, you fulla shit and
If you show up here again,
I’ll kick your red, blubbered ass.
Maybe I’ll get me one of those
Sonic rockets with a megaton
Nuclear warhead and do a
Holocaustic ballistic blast on your
Great Northern Wonderland.
Like the overhunted Mallard duck,
You’ll just be a picture in a magazine.
If you ain’t got the hint by now,
Chris-boy, I’m pissed.

Cajun Mutt Press Featured Writer 10/05/22

October 5, 2022 James D. Casey IV

The Wheels of Justice

Sometimes the wheels of justice turn slowly.
The man was straight up guilty no question.
The sentence was the usual death by hanging.
But, damn it, I told Lamont specifically
To bring the ‘long’ lariat to the hangin’ tree.
Dummy done brought the ‘regular’ one.
Too damn short, couldn’t do the job.
We had to waste three days searchin’ for
The tallest damn horse in the county.
Meanwhile, Lamont loses the lariat and
Gets an ‘extra-extra’ long one in its place.
Now the horse is too tall, lariat too long.
But, rather than shorten the legs of a
Shetland pony, we just decided to free
The condemned man and hang Lamont.

Daniel S. Irwin was born, raised, and is back in town at Sparta, Illinois. His card reads: Artist, Actor, Writer, Soldier, Scholar, Priest. He has won awards for his art, acting (over 100 films and 30+ stage productions), writing (nine books and work published in over one hundred magazines and journals world-wide), retired military (Air Force and Army), graduate of Southern Illinois University/Carbondale and has attended four other universities), and is an ordained Dudeist priest with a Ph.D. in Divinity (not bad for a heathen). Once worked as a medic in an institution for the criminally insane…but didn’t notice anything strange about the inmates. Latest on-line work can be found on Horror, Sleaze, Trash Magazine and Beatnik Cowboy. He would love to move back to Europe but fears the plague.