The Unlikely Buddha

In Phoenix's heat, where summer's flame, A vampire queen, her thirst to claim. Catherine, her name, her beauty's lure, In grocery stores, she stalks the hour. With lemons wafting, her scent so sweet, She glides through aisles, her prey to meet. In scanty dress, her curves so bold, Her eyes like daggers, her heart of gold. She seeks the men, with wallets full, Their egos fragile, their souls enthralled. "Mushrooms, please," she asks so low, But hunger burns, her thirst to know. With male ego games, she plays her part, Their self-worth boosting, their hearts a dart. To frozen food, she leads them then, Where passion's flame ignites again. But once they're snared, her fangs unsheathed, Their blood and souls, she's quickly seized. Their wallets emptied, their spirits drained, Catherine's victims, forever pained. In Phoenix's stores, she stalks unseen, Her thirst unquenched, her hunger keen. So men beware, this vampire queen, Whose beauty's trap...

  Labor Day is a time to celebrate the contributions of working people to our country. It all started in the late 19th century, when working conditions in the United States were pretty abysmal. People worked long hours in dangerous factories and mines for very little pay. Labor unions formed to fight for better working conditions, but they were often met with violence from employers. In 1882, two labor activists named Matthew Maguire and Peter McGuire decided to organize a parade in New York City to celebrate the contributions of working people. They chose September 5th for the parade because it was the first Monday after the summer holidays, when many workers would have a day off. The parade was a huge success. Thousands of workers marched through the streets, carrying banners and singing songs. They were joined by politicians and other supporters of labor reform. The parade was so successful that it inspired other cities to hold their own Labor Day celebrations. By the end of the...