Life Is Work, Where Is The Pay Check?

 

               Get it together with those who work with you. It does not matter that your boss is taking advantage of yous.  If it is for work, it is for work. If It is obviously for himself, then just ignore him and put him down.  If it is for work, your boss’s boss and your boss’s company owners are using him similarly to the way he uses you.  And he is being told to use you or he would lose his job.

               You must eat, drink, and breath to stay alive.  And that is not ‘Eat, Drink, and be Merry,’ it is just like that spider crawling up the wall past those oiled chain springs in order to get from one place to another.  You do this and I do that and we all do something that makes no sense.

               I program now.  I cooked years ago.  I cleaned sinks before that.  I sold stuff nobody really wanted, shoe, suits, printer paper.  I never stole stuff, although I saw people who did.  A lot of times it was the managers who did.  Even my own father did, at work, although I never saw him steal from a store.  These people were told to buy them things and I was told to sell them.  My grade school friend, whose father was a policeman, stole from the Ben Franklin store.  He took me and my older brother with.  My older brother stole too.  I did not.  Although, one time I took a coffee can full of bees and put them into the coffee grinder at Jewel. That’s another story.

Now, it is just ‘The Lion Lies Out to the Lamb.’

This is ‘Khaos.’

Are those people Evangelicals or are they Evil Devil Icicles?  Maybe they really are Even Jolly Bulls.  Hey, how about Every Jelly Bowls?  Did I say that you have Jelly Bowels?  No, it is Even Decimal Equals.   And you just go “EEEE!  Man, that  Disciple Sure Squeals.”

And how about, just when I got married to the Marina Towers.  Did you know that our children are the Sub Burps.  Well, it is better than those Surp Flurps.  And , I am now getting rational thoughts.  We all see that you used up all your rations.  I myself have cycling thoughts.  You asked me, ‘Are they recycled?’  I keep telling you, ‘No, they are try cycled and unique cycled.’  You should keep thinking it over and over again. That is your sicko cycle.  We all know that you’re the one who’s thinking sure is psycho.  Over and Over, you open an opine.  Well!  My thinking is formative and well formed.   And you claim that your thinking is just well farmed.   Yes, you keep your thoughts in a silo. See, your thoughts cause people to sigh because they are so low.  Many people think that your thoughts are low because you are slow.  You just  think you are doing a solo.  Boy, your thinking is so out of tune.

Try to tell yourself that the Devil May Care.  Instead of that Your Devil Days Scare.  All you get are days scar.  You can’t even go off in a car.  You claim you are The Bull Masker.  The truth is, you are just one of The Dull Masters.  Oh, Lord God of Chimps.  These Jungles and Swamps are filled with your Gorillas.

Then you memorize to me, “I’ve been taught that The  ‘Lord God of Ghosts. Heathens on Earth are thrilled with His Gories.’”

I keep telling you, “It is another Category.”

Look it up in the Word God of Books.  The Libraries on Earth were killed with those stories.  You just go on with, “Armed Men, Armed Men, I slay for you.”

You act like you cannot hear me.  You say it is because I am a little horse.  You think  I said, “Farm Men, Farm Men, I spay for you.”  And you tell me, “You are not in a Farm House!  You are just a Far Mouse!”

I have to keep asking you, “Is this My History?  Or His Tory?  This sure ain’t becoming a Me Me Story!”

 Try to remember, not dismember, that I told you “Sew!” I’d rather recycle than have a repeated cyclone.  You’re in your car.  I’m on my bicycle.  That car is your Buy Cycle.  I know, but eye no one, those Unicyclops  You just buy high and keep selling low.  So many of you sellers are in the cellar. I thought I was on the wilderness trail.  I didn’t know I had to be put on trial.  I sure wish we could put Putin on Trial.

One of my obstacles is my obese class.  Put that shake in my Obese Glass.  That is an Off Sent To Me. Your Space Invaders are my Spiced Insiders.  Everything is a bunch of spiders.  I wish you knew what I mean when I told you I spied in a hearse.  I didn’t troll you  So don’t keep horsing around you Phony Pony. Where’s that Rest Room so I can Rest More?  I can then give myself more room.  If this is above me, you sure are being Room Attic.  You Just Attack One and then the other.

 This all causes me to ask myself, because I sure can’t ask you.   “Are you being just  an Ants Sure?    Or is it that you are pro-demo crazy?  Are you really Demon Icy?  No, you are just pre-supper messy.”

My boss ordered me, “In the height of Ignites.  Tell Emotion of the Jog.”

 

I questioned myself, “Foot Fall Players?

                                    Squirrel Assures?

                                    Spiral Asserts?”

 

You then tell me, “Stop all that Squirrel Abuse.  Get going. Get on that Roosevelt Road.”

I asked you, “Did you just say that Rosie Felt A Toad?”

You asked, “Are you doing this because it is  Rosha Shana or is that what Russia Shown Us?”

 

I just sung out

              

               Space Needles

   Orbits that spin

   A moon with eclipse

   Is a moon that spins

 

               Which caused you to sing

 

                              Poop On Me

      Poop On You

      Poop On Top of Us

 

You sure are a Grave Poop On

 

               So, I just flew away:

 

                              Earth Raders across this universe

      Lookie, Loki, over there

      He’s a Jerk who calls himself Kirk

                             

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I Know It Is Me, Because I No It Is Not Hue

 

               The dust in my wings brought me to Mars.  Venus is too full of fog and other Bubble Pops for a Rustable like me to land.  Land?  Land!  Mars has Land!  Venus has Oceans!  And Swamps!  I would rust for sure over there and over theirs.  Think about what I would need (and kneed) to do to land on Jupiter or Saturn.  At least Saturn has rings.  I could easily ring around Saturn.  Hover and however, Jupiter has some enjoyable moons.

               Ennie, Meanie, Minie, Moon.  That Earth has one moon with much less gravity than what it clings to.  But you Earth People.  That’s almost the same, and the sane, as your Earth circling that Sun.

               The same almost the insane?  Where the heck did you came from?

               Enter here and enter there.  Enter, enter into eternity.  Weather your eternity.  If you last, and if you are first, you will get my fist.  Whether you like it or not.  Fixture or mixture or fissure your misery, all you Ores are Ionicly Iconic to me.

               Iron in the Air.  Silicone is my Hair.  Troglodyte you’re my snare.  Your radioactivity makes me stare.  Shun.  Bun.  Hun.  Lung.  You always take my breathe away.  And I weigh more on your Earth than your Moon.

               Earthy, Dirty, Squinty and Spoon.  Where does that dust come from?  Magma here and Lava there.  You hear a volcano everywhere.  Did you just Spot One, or is that a Vulcan instead of a Volcano?  A Spock One!

               And if he did not win, at least he got out of jail.  He sure is a loose goose loser.

               Roller Derby.  Role Hurt  Debut.  I am Corny and Acorny.  You always call me nuts cause I’m a lug nuts. You cause me a lot of things.

 

·        * * * * *

 

When you feel

Like you miss someone

Anyone

 

You hurt

 

But that is Good Hurt

Because, in the Past

That person, place, or thing

Might have been with you

Or in your mind

Or in your imagination

 

You can see others

Some who look slightly like you

An Ear

An Eye

Or the sound of their voice or their cough

 

When they step like your friend

Or grasp their way up the stairs

Gasping like them

And then they yell out

 

They, being the new people in front of you

Or they, being the past people that passed you on the street

As your treat

In their school

In your home

 

Or out on the bed rock

Like that bee that lived there, once

Or where you lived, once

Or wanted to

 

You were stuck doing it

But you  did do it

Or dreamt that you did

Or at least wanted to

 

You read a book

And the words brought parts of those worlds to your mind

I don’t mind

Thinking about this that and the other things

 

I have a mind

You do too

Mine It, Mine Me, Mined

You friends

Your Papa

Your Mama

Your Pet Turtle

 

Even though we are all separate

We share existence

Alive

Or Dead

Or never alive, like those quartz crystals

Or thought of

Or felt

Or smelt

Hot or Old

Wet or Cold

 

On our way

We are souled

And on our feet

We are soled

And by yourself

You are soloed

And well, me, me, me

I am so low

And such a load

That I am not aloud

And definitely not allowed

So, you can’t hear me

Even if you are near me

That is one of your Features

I am one of your Creatures.

 

·        * * * * *

It started this way as with so many people.  Just like a couple guys are watching the Sox play on a Saturday afternoon.  One gets up for a beer. The other one says: “ Hey Fred! Here’s that commercial I was telling you about.” And Fred answered, “Be right there, Bob.”

               On the TV screen you saw two guys at opposite ends of what looked like a fairly large IPAD on a raised folding table.  Their hands clenched onto the corners of both sides.  They are slightly bent over.  Other than deep breathing and some slight facial tics they are not moving.  They are staring intently at the screen.

               And on the screen, on both ends where each one’s fists are clenched, are two crudely drawn goals.  You know, a couple short thick straight line segments with an inch or two of black space in the middle.  Sort of reminds you of pong (if you are old enough to be reminded of that).  And blinkingly, worse than an old time silent film image, is a little square of light (I guess it’s supposed to be a ball), flashing and haltingly moving from an inch or two above the bottom goal towards the top of the screen where that player is intently staring (and exhaling hard, through open, pursed lips).

               The ball goes off to the left.  Over a few seconds it swings to the right, snakes around, and plops into the goal back at the bottom of the screen.  The man at the bottom lets out a muted, “Yay”, as he let out a breath, smiling stiffly, then the game continues.  The ball starting again at the middle of the screen.

               Fred looked at Bob “Yeah.  I gotta buy that.”  Bob replied, “The way you were into all that meditation stuff in college, I thought you’d  find it interesting.”

               After watching the end of the commercial Fred said, “So it’s a ten week course and the price includes a screen like that to exercise with.  I spent more than that on my Apple Lap Top, and look where it got me.”  Bob quickly interjected, “You spent more than that being taught Auric Vision.”  And Fred softly added, “Yes.  I can’t even see the colors.  Just a person’s outline, and that’s just sometime.  But I do like the meditation.  I feel better when I do it.  And my blood pressure is better.  Anyway, I’m  gonna go to the Attitudes and Aptitudes  store and sign up.”

               Then I described the training process, the different he is to use after Fred starts to get results.  The deeper he can get into it.  We get others jealous of him because it looks like he is psychic.  Others buy into it too.  Eventually there is a mass clamoring for the training and all sorts of devices they can now use.

Turn on the tv while on the couch.  Turn your lights on and off.  Adjust your thermostat.  Combine “mind control – lawn mowers—and roomba “  to mow your lawn at your leisure.

 

Then the GENERAL noted:

“We are not building games we can play.  We are training ourselves to only use these electronic devices.  We don’t go outside anymore.  We don’t exercise.  We don’t gain any knowledge on how to react to nature, or even how to use other machines.  We only know how to use this company’s (Attitudes and Aptitudes) products.  The items they sell are not made to do waddIe we want (or need) to do.  We are made to do things that require us to use their products.  When the machines are turned off, or when there is a power failure, or a lot of sunspot activity, we can be taken over.”

 

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