Hand Helled Devices

 

               I felt my heart and I put a hand to my head.  There I was, pounding and warm and pouting and swarmed.   What was it?   What is it?  Faith or Fatality?  Are the Swine to run all night?  Do I need my Wine to run all day?  I left my buddies for a ring tailed pig.  Somebody yelled at my hay!  Are you Nose Fur Achu?  Cousin Tight.  You seem like you sure Draw Cula.  Will you get Franked and Stoned?  Where Golf?  Is there a Van Fire?  I hope that is Not King Kong.   Maybe it will be just Ping Pong.  Just?  And with no cheating shots?  Speaking of shots.  Electron Man.  Neutrino Man.  Light Bright whenever a Blight Man can.  Lava Man.  Proton Boys.  Pro Tun Lives just like toys. 

               You are Hair Man.  You call yourself Skin Man.  You are a Sin Man.  You get directed by the Snail Man.  Come on, Shoe Man.  You need to Show Man.  You are not even Sound Man.  You step on all our Souls Man.  You call yourself a Sweet Heart.  And you sure have your Sweat Arms.  I hope I get no Harms.  Whatever comes after the Water Man is in the Water Main.  You lost a lot when you were Suer Man.  They just called you the  Sewer Man.  I think I am Lazar Man or at least Lazy Man.  We are just a bunch of No Men who are called Nomads.  My neighbor said you were Home Man or maybe Human or was that Hue Man or Who Man.

Up in the sky there was the Ceilium Man vs Seldom Man.  That Man and Robust or Robot or Robin sure keeps Robbing US.  Stealing Steeling Squealing Switching Snitching Itching.  You and me are just a Caveman and a Brontosaurus.  To me you should be Slave Man.  Out across the water you are Sale Man.  And beached up you are Sand Man, you sun on a beach. 

Instead of greedy you are churning greeny, you Salad Man.  You claim that you mounted a lot of things, you Mount Tan Man.  Should I Agree to Argue?  Are You?  You are such a Fake Mustache which really is a Nose Fun Tattoo.  Oh! Oh! Oh!  You are Owe Man.  And that makes my  Omen Man.  I look out for Man Pants vs Pants Man.  I hunger for Food Man.  I must be a Fool Man.  Someone slammed my Foot Man.  Am I anyone you can Stand Man?  Stand? Slam?  Sand?  You must be Silt Man. If there is more than one of you, you would be split men, through your Slits, Men.  And if you are more than Won, I really have lost.  I wish I lost you.

Muddy Muddy Mud Man.  You are full of lies you Fossilized Man.  Look up to My hero, Rock Man.  Your say your life is musical, you Roll Man.  Over here, Oven there, you pop out Biscuit Man.  Bliss Quick.  Just Quit.  You burn me, you Barney, you are just Pebble Man.  And you claim you are People Man.  The truth is you are Peep Hole Man. 

We all need some harmony.  No guts.  No guitars.  No harmonica.  We are all Hair Man.  I am called Herman.  I wish I was Her Man.  When I try to talk to her, she can’t even Hear Man.  She looks like such a bunny.  She just keeps on hopping away.  She made me into a Hare Man.

What language am I speaking?  German?  I sure am full of Germs Man.  Oil and pokes.  Life is full of Gears Man.  And they keep coming Near Man. I am humilified.  I am all washed up.  You sure are a Humidifier.  I really am not a Human Definer.  We all think of you as a Humane Defier.  There you go, You, You, You Mandy Fire.

I keep thinking that my life is Missing Accomplished.  But is it really someone’s Mission Complexity?  Hey you!   Do you want a cease fire?  But all I heard was “No!  I want to keep you seeing me fire!  See Me Fire Until I hit you, or at least seer you.”  I need to just steer away from you, you  Bull Steer.

So, I just waved good bye. You waved Good Buy.  I wish there was a girl who, when she saw me, she would wave Good Boy.

               This is just a Crushing Assault, and it ain’t even done right.  Did you  mean a Cussac’s Law?  How about a cousin of some cussings?  And that brings such a sock to my mouth.  Sock Jaw.  Such Law. 

 

               Oh:  Brain, Brain, Go Away

                       There’s Putin’s Donald out to play

         Look for us the ghost to get slaid

         Of the one lost most today

 

Don’t blame about me, Melonie

You knew He was immoral

 

 

               Then I looked at the door and saw that I had to open it.  I opened it with a saw.  Was that what I was supposed to do?  Who supposes me, anyway?  Or at least imposes on me?  Any way at all.  And I do weigh a lot.   I’ll just get a shopping fart.  I’ll go with my Farter and Brother.   Brother he really is a Bother.  Just when  I was going to open a Fart Museum.  I had to go Farter than anyone.

               I only wanted to brag that it was Big Of Me, but everyone knew it was Bigamy.  I hope I do not get any Bigotry because people do not like it when other people are Biological.  They are just not Logical.  My life sure is a Big Old Tree.  Why do I need to keep up my Big Old Tries.  I am just hit with your Big Old Lies.  I am not living as a Bigamist.  Life is so fogged that I can’t see anyone in front of me.  Your claims of Biology are just a tube of Bologna.  Why should I try to branch out?  I really hate saying, Gee I’m A Tree.  I cannot see with Gee All That Mist.  You Mount All those Eruptions.  Well, lava to you.  Robbing me.  Taking my readings on your GeoMeter.  Gee You’re Not True.  Gee I’ve Not Trust.

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