He was active, unkind and sort of a jerk unhappy in life, for nothing he’d done Acting deftly a prig but really below with a derelict attitude of everyone He’d rip you to pieces and shout out in joy while jotting long notes in his book With a thunderous whoop and low greasy laugh pouring out poison each time his hand shook Bounding out of his house and way down the street Grabbing things that were not of his own Like a big nasty dog with brown gnarly teeth being teased from a huge juicy bone. When his life had become a big sloppy mess He asked his friends what was the root They came all undone and laughed right out loud Giving their friend a quick and a hard boot. He cried out in pain and tried to run fast toward a pier from this maddening crowd But he didn’t know that his past had come back And they weren’t afraid to shout at him loud. They said, “You’re a jerk! You’re not very nice and we’re tired of all your bad crap.” He looked at the group with awe in his eyes Be he was smart to keep shut his big flap.
Tauten your tie put on your vest No being furtive just be your best Creativity abounds a human response like bread needing yeast never kneaded enough The whole of your being like dough in your hand you sculpt yourself perfect to be such a man.
As a pedestrian here, alone on my way home to my condo on this glorious day I think to myself in my tirade of thoughts all of my nots and all of my oughts My old house was cobalt, a bright brilliant blue splashed with a strange yellow-orangey hue I’d comment some more on the relics inside Since I honestly have nothing to hide But to bore you to death is not what I think So I’d rather you sit and relax with a drink I used to think I was the center of earth Entitlement was the sum of all of my worth My apartment was grand but empty as hell The rest of my tale, I might as well tell I had no love life, apart from my cat An old catty man-child, or something like that My cooking was sparse, take out boxes abound That sat on my table, since no one’s around The laundry was dirty, except for the socks No one wants dirty feet, or feet cut on the rocks Of the path that leads here and to other homesteads I could continue my tale, but will go home now instead.
A reminder to those who are too shy to ask that bliss only comes when aspersions are gone from a too humble mind that a certain one knows and a banshee who’s out on the lawn. Meek is not bad when a maiden is seen pouring milk from a bucket’s small spout Keep up the good work and encourage your mind Quietness honors the Peace felt about.
Can anybodyjuxtapose the difference between a flush of cheeks or blush of wine or what they really mean? The crimson that is found in wine is caustic to the fruit The winery can tell you how it isn’t easy to compute But diligently waiting I listen to the man like a mushroom on a rotted stump where the sunlight doesn’t span I find out what it’s made of this wine I drink so fast I barely even notice how much time has really passed. I rise up to my feet and say thank you for the wine And thank you for the lesson My time with you was fine.
Taking a sabbatical of all the urban strife Feeling quite unsatisfied with such a negative life I took my leave and grabbed my cap, the one of fox and hare tantalizing life beyond, heading for nowhere The beginning was unscrupulous, my faith was sourly teased But thinking of what was to come put my mind at ease A snowmobile up on the lake in North Wahnapitae was perfect on this winter morn to start a gorgeous day A mouthwatering lunch was next, upon the oozing snow A maid was there to help me fix a legion on my toe Feeling better now I could say “Oooh I feel so good” I took myself and made my way back to the snowy wood. I found a little fairy there to share my newfound youth But left me when she realized she wouldn’t get my tooth I bid farewell to her and then I got back on the sled I feel I had fulfilled my dreams as I drifted off to bed.