I
was at work the other day when I told my cube mate, “Obscenities mean less
today you know.
Cause we hear
them now, more than long years ago. That
creepie presidential candidate says them more.”
And he answered me, “Blought
Blought tRump on his Pills.”
That was when the boss told us,
“Get back to work. You are both a week
behind.”
I
said, “I don’t have a weak behind!”
The
guy I share the cube with pointed to the boss and said, “Smell that?!!”
The
boss then angered, “Are you saying that I’m a Big Behind?”
Then
Fred, from my cube, said, “Mr. You sure
stunk the air when you bent over again.”
Ed,
our boss, then said to both of us, “We’ve had this order for two weeks
now. It hasn’t gone out yet. I don’t know what you two are doing, but
you’re not doing none of this. Now, Can You Do It? Or
are you going to keep Canoeing
through it?”
I
said, “Is that ‘this order’ or have we had a ‘disorder’? From where I’m at, I sure need A Can of that Dry Ginger Ail.”
Fred
went on, “Can? Can! Can Can!!!
You may think you Can order us to
start Star Trekin Across the Universe.”
And
he said, “As usual you are and don’t just Start Drinkin Across this order
first.”
I
asked, “So you are going to keep saying your Star Tricks?”
Boss
Ed said, “Stop making this Star Wars!”
To
which I asked, “As usual, where’s my Mars Warts?”
Fred
then continued, “As we are unusual, we
are ordered to Keep Shrinkin Because of his Ugly Verses. If you are so omnivorous
then just Get On That Omni Bus! ”
Ed
replied, “I don’t hate, butt you may have ate some Gassy Things, that’s why you
stink, it’s not I who always smells.”
I
began thinking that I must be in an old Three Stooges Movie. There’s a Duck
Duck Here and a Duck Duck there. Here
adduct. There abduct. But at every job interview I Never Hear The Bucks.
And
now I am, Screaming in a littered wander land.
I just hope that after a scream in the night. It will just be a blight. We’ll think we’re a celestial mechanic. And all around me it is See Star. Sea Spar. Hiss There. C-Stir
I wish you had a Sister.
So,
to work, I wish we just had to Press Switch to open. Wait, is that press which to open?
I just Impress
the witch too often.
And as Fred tried to look like
he’s working, he goes:
Push me
Pull you
Rush me
Pollute
This must be my Mouth
Rush More!
Which causes Ed to reply:
Ollie
Ollie
Oxen Free
Freak!
Free?
Free!
And I told him:
Nope!
Those oxen are going to
cause stews
Don’t you see? We are the Stew Wart!
While Fred agreed:
Turn on your
Zarkoff and
Bite, Bite, Bite
Fright, Fright,
Fright
Might, Might,
Might
Spite, Spite,
Spite!
Which caused Ed to ask, “Is this
your Pride and Pred Judges? Or more of
your Briber and Pre Judas?”
I answered Ed, “Is it Cause your
bothers make you fat?”
Then, Olga, at the next desk,
shouted, “Don’t step on me! And Don’t
thread on me! Really, really, Don’t
threaten me!”
Fred looked at her and stated,
“Tutor Common. Or, Tooth and Company. I
am not a Macho Macho. You just treat me
like A Gyro Tacho.”
Olga said, “It must be launch
time. Again, you are lunching your Moo
Shoo Burrito.”
That just makes me feel sorry for
myself. But, if I was really felt, and I
mean, if I really was made of felt, then I would feel what some, a few, portions,
not just a potion, or even a position, that is my poison, of what other people
are going through. And, if that is the
case, they are not really ‘other’ people.
And definitely, and it should be not defiantly, ‘Odder’ people. Not them, or otter people, but they sure are
odor people.
Sure, we are not all totally the
same. But many parts of us are very
similar. And I am not a Semi Liar. Truck.
Truck. Truth!
I am not you. You are not me. But even with those parts that are not the
same, we are not nutty. You had a mother.
I had a mother. You had a
job. I had a job. You are here for more. I wish I was not not any more. And I could,
should, and would wish you are, were, and always will be not not any more.
(Think about what ‘not not anymore’ means!)
You are not a bird. You are not a plane. You sure are not
Superman. But I also am not so
weird. I am not plain. I am not played. Although I might be playing. Many times, I am not paid. And to my mind, I am not insane. And, at about 5:30 pm, I am Supper Man.
You have your own source of
information. My own youth is no longer
in formation. I am owed. My car got towed. I am big toed. And a lot of people call me a Toad. That is not just because of my warts. Many times, there is no just cause to their
snorts. Sports. Shouts.
Snouts. I may be not an import,
but I am gladly not an ex president.
Coffee. Coffee.
You are one. That caffeine makes
me feel like I am fun. When I think
about it, I don’t have a Nun. From that
cat’s sole, lick, church, I went on the run.
Going to the confusional each week.
Going to brag to the priest about what I did that God told us not to
do. If I knew then what I “NO” now, I
wooden be in this harpsicord.
I am not smart. I just get stewed. And that is not a Stew Ant. If everyone and everything got stewed,
where’s the Ant in That? And you know
not to ask me for my Art. I may
articulate, but I am not the Art of your Faith.
Ant Hill Mantel
A Farm Yard sure has Man Tills
On that Sill
Going Away
I will come to Last
Another Day
And I sure Hope that is
Not the Last Day
For You Or For Me.
So, I just want to say, “Come on
and Kneel you Silly Killies!”
Go sell it on Smokey
Mountain
Send their races to the
Hills from anywhere
Go sell what MAGA mouths
off
The guy who claims he’s
our Christ has us pay for his porn
But we’ve been Paying for
his bills and every swear
Are
they Cowboys? Let’s finally admit there
were a lot of people or races different from you and I in those Saddles again. That must have been back when Indians really
were our friends. I wish we would have
sometime treated them as friends.
Me
Me Me Me Mine
I
know I can their faces
If
they are foes of mine
Their
dog collars are so gross
They
all belong to me
I
know
With
tRump, it is later than he thinks
Butt
he never thinks
And
what he claims he has done
Is
always late
Brain
they’re Dumb Fat
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