Temples Scuffling Mouth Stories Step Sky Fluttered Ghost Spring Door Weaving
Test of Faith
In a temple of the Gods Below a sky of stars The stories of the elders Are heard from near and far They’re weaving their tales tightly A step above a lie walking in the door in spring Or scuffling on by Your mouth is hanging open Heart fluttered in your chest Shadow ghosts from dark appear Some sort of worship test.
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A typist or a taylor A waitress or a host A maitre d at a fancy place Is the job that I’d like most. Right now I’m just a clerk In a bank right up the street Standing for eight hours On my sore and aching feet I didn’t pick a job like this I didn’t want to work My girlfriend said I had to She said I was a jerk And so I stand here working With money stacks galore Waiting for my shift to end And then I’m out the door.
“Are you friendly? Yes or No?” Was all that she could write On that little paper Hidden in plain sight She’d pass it to her boyfriend The teacher’d have no clue She’d want it back and answered It was the least that he could do The prom was coming shortly She’d have to by a dress She knew she’d look so pretty She’d secretly confess But when she got the note back With nothing written on the line A smug and evil smile He thought his cruel joke was fine A tear rolled down her pretty face She thought there’s someone new She didn’t know just where to look Her sadness grew and grew And then she stood up quickly Not asking for a pass She handed him a brand new note “You are the biggest ass!”
Once upon a time down in the southern bog there was a slimy toad or maybe slimy frog He’d jump upon the grasses not sinking in the mud the rascal never made a sound not one little muddy thud He’d hop around all day looking for his flies They’d dart right in his vision a sight for sore-ish eyes He’d flick out his long tongue as quickly as he could but everytime he did it He’d get a splinter from the wood He hated all the dead trees that lay upon the ground but they fell each time in winter not making any sound and so he goes on looking for food that he can eat Then up into the air he’d go springing from his feet He’d fly off with the breeze ‘Cause he barely weighed an ounce Never seeing gators Who couldn’t wait to pounce They’d jump onto the mainland more quickly than you’d think and eat that frog for dinner then into water they would sink.
If I could get a layoff I know just what I’d do I’d scurry off to classes where I haven’t got a clue I’d jump onto the subway just for a little ride I find a chinese restaurant and hide away inside I’d walk out to the local park To see who I could find I’d pet a cute black puppy if that lady doesn’t mind I’d shop until I drop spending every accrued dime all my hard earned money gone in seconds-time I’d enter a dark blues bar to satiate my thirst but before this all can happen I’d have to get a real job first
Sadje is the host of our weekly question. Find it here
Probably not as much as I should be. On New Years Day my wallet was stolen. I immediately called all the credit cards and all that. I know I had some other info in there but I think it would be useless to the local wallet-thief. I’m hoping it is all in the garbage dump, even though I wish it had just been mailed back to me or something…bygones.
Online I try to keep my passwords “tricky”. I mean most of them are things that unless you were in my brain there is really no way for you to figure it out. Any social media is a risk in and of itself so I’m bad there too. I sell on Etsy so a lot of my information is public.
Overall, I try to do what I can. I’m not a fanatic nor do I give information easily…that is what I like to hope.