All Of Us Must Get Along, All I Get Is A Gong

 

               I’m here.  My arms are stiff.  You’re armed, you stiff!  I still can’t stand your sniff!  Your snuff!  You Bluff!  You give us all the sniff fulls.

               I’m Fully Here.  You’re Philly Hair.  We are Foolish, Fools Flush, everywhere.

               My wagon carries what I need to live on.  I live on one week at a time.  And, I am weak, all the time.

               My toes make the way.  Your toes make me decay because of how much you weigh.  I have to keep getting out of your way.  And you stray!

               Bouy oh buoy!  You bees buzz.  Those flowers sure are pelt.  These snakes surrounded me and kept me safe, from those possums staring off the roof.  Staring or starving?  I don’t care.  And I’m not a car!

               I saved your sister and what thanks did I get?  You sure sent a lot of tanks after me.  Tankfully their drivers and bribers were as diversedly non smart like you.

               You guys went off into the sunset, shooting at the moon.  Those old craters on that moon used to give him a smile on his face.  The chunks from your explosions now frowned him down, all around.

               My current job, I work out your mathematics so your task of expense verification for  your boss, the accountant.  Your company puts iron on the inside of a bunch of copper pipes for your neighbors to buy so they claim that those pipes keep order in the drains of their ecopolitics rain shudders and showers.  Your boss rains on their pair of Apes.

               I constantly get ruined in those pairs of your boss’s raids when he says ‘Raid’ and he means ‘Riot.’

               You were told to put up a pole to hold up the walls.  You just carried these concrete blocks to sell at the mall.

               A grill in the span sure smokes two on your foot.  You and me work together.  You protect me from the management.  You cannot divide or add.  I do geometry and algebra.  I’ve only been in this company twelve years.  You have been here thirty years.  You don’t know what a silicon vessel is, but the boss, whose uncle owns the company, thinks you are smart. 

               I stayed working here, one of the few who really works, until two weeks before the company got sold and closed.  Sixty percent of us, me included, got fired, so we could not collect compensation.  The other, and I do mean odders, and otters, such fodders, and some are fathers. Forty percent of them collected money provided by the government supposedly  to the owners, in order and odor to pay those who lost their jobs due to the economy.  Economy, or Icon Phony?

               My Horse Kish.  And my horse shoes fish.  It’s such a dish, the way I play horse shoes.  I throw rusted metal.  You throw crusted medals.  You and me.  We are Two Peas in a Pod.   You said, “Well, Pod On Me!”  That’s better than ‘Pee On Me.’

               You just told me that you need a rest.  Is that the rest for your life? Or the rest of your wife? Oh, that is from your wife.  What a strife?  I think you will be arrested for life.

               Then you told me, “ Well, only on my mother’s side.”

I asked you, “Did you say, Mother’s Side?  Or Homicide?  Or Suicide?”

And you answered, “I’m squirtently not on your Monkey’s Hide!”

There are so many different ways of measuring death.  It’s not just the Sonar.  There are the Sounding Weights.  So many  Depth Gauges. Are you careful of your Fathoms?  Or maybe it is just a car full of Phantoms.  Phantom of the soap opera.  Count it in Inches.  I count mine in Millimeters.  I count yours in Miles Of Meters.  Do you use a Bathymetry?   Or is it another of your bats somber eaters?  Width times Depth times Height.  You sure are Witch slimes Death, I’m sliced.  Come on now, calculate your total spatial measurement.  Cactus late the doubt all spat on the mean sure meant.  Lent in Depth (in meters) makes T= Time (in seconds) and they claim V = 1507 m/s (speed of sound in water).  What it really is is Death by eaters for the Slime whose second helpings of very lied.  That gives you  1,507 eaters each second in the dead of water.

All the time, Your Boozing Buddies want you to join them.  When I pointed that out, you said, “I never drink,  Whine!”  You just keep reworking words from Dracula.  Does Nosferatu translate (from the germs man) for ‘Not Dead’?  In that Dracula movie, the Woman in White is Lucy.  I call her Lucille Ball. 

This ain’t Awful, and to me it is Awe Full.

So, then we began throwing links at the Orion Star.  And you said, “Well, We three should drink at Orian’s Bar.”  That’s when Peter said, “I sure feel like I’m floating on a Star.”  And you told him, “It’s a comet.”  That’s when I vomit.  Boy this space buss gets launched.  And we became lunch.  That was how the world’s left us behind so far.

We just smell like recycled cream.  That guy who claimed he was a ministerial student. All we got from him and his hymn is he cuts the cheese.  He also claimed he was a Computer Worker, and he was just a commuter looking for work.  He had a cousin named Jedi who keeps exposing another thing.  That just causes me to  cuss on the Jedi.  That man named Jedi was a pour astrologer who drank his family to death.  That one decayed when he was looking through the loom.  And that was the last decade, so up from the ground came a babbling goon.

 

And then I was told:

 

“Old Man, for once in your life

  Just speak one word or fewer

  Old Man, your mouth still erupts

  All those words spilling out of your cup

  Old Man you’re a babbling pup

  You’re a Tupperware without the tup

  Old Man, while you’re in my life,

  If you have to Speak

  Only Speak one word or fewer.”

                          I hope you had fun reading this                                                                                                          I will have fun if you read some of THESE