Saturday, June 7, 2025

Laughed Chants To Rants

 

I had just heard that Dennis The Menace died.  Well, I am named Dennis and I am a lot worse of a Menace.  Look at my name.  Spell it backwards.  Are you saying I am ‘Sinned’?  Well, one of my Menaces is that I claim to be Alive.  That is such a Lie coming from Me!  By the way, do you want donuts?  You got to give me your dough, and if you do you sure are nuts.

So come on now!  Don’t be that ghost in the movie you love most.  You act like Gargantuan. You just eat up the host.  I’d say you can devour all in Monterey.  You will crunch them like toast.  But the ghosts of your neighs would only go Boooo.

So now, do you have peace of mind?  Or was your pizza mined?  To me, this sci fi sure defies.  And that judge can’t see, no Law being done.  Yes, that’s why we are told, to carry a gun.  Well, all our guns keep going  in and out.  I wish they were off and off.  But your guns keep going off and off.  I feel like I’ll shout, “Let’s shoot them right out!”

            You Stobor  sure are Useless.  Quit your AI Aiming.  It is so Alarming.  I didn’t get to sleep the night and your Alarm is going off already.  How am I going to get to be a Knight if I can’t sleep?

            You Ounces sure Ouches as they Once Said in Oz.

            That hero of yours sure is a Digit.  Good Old DJT sure is the Middle Digit. He sure thinks he is a Don Juan Trump.  He just Trumpets that he is a John, and he sure smells like it.  Any thing he does, I sure don’t dig it.

            My Consultant is the Resultant of your Insultant.  And that is an Insultamania.  There sure is Many of Yous.  So, Meanie, that it is Over Use of my Abuse.   I guess the outcome is Let’s Get Fistual.  According and Recording and Accordioning to the Verses in ‘Let’s Get Physics Al.’  Which that is Versus ‘Let’s Get Fist Kicks, AI.’ And you sure are a Witch.  You think you are Psycho Logical but you are more Psychic Loco and you are all over on your Bicycle, forcing me into your Buy Cycle.

            You went on a trip which I had to Finance.  That was when you tried to Find France.  And all you had were Fine Ants.  So, I’m the one that got Fined  for your Stance when I Was a distance from your Finned Dance.

            My life is sure getting Closed – near byed as your mouth Flowed – ‘Shut Up’ as you had not Clothed – cotton covered with nuts said nothing covered.  And you said you were Clothed – wearing jeans.  But your teeny tiny Clocked lost its timed.  Timid Times for all.  Making us all get Cloaked by a Dracu Lad when we followed all those Dracul Led on his Icy Dracul Sled sinking down by all that Dracu Lead.  And that is Lead instead of Silver.  So, when you said, ‘Hi Ho Silver’ did you really mean that You Owe from your Pilfers?

            I guess life is one more Gastroenteritis, because you think your Gas Throws Intelligent to Us.  Everywhere you shout ‘ Batman’ and ‘Superman’ but there is just the Barman with his Dust Pan.  And we sure got Robbings.

            You think you are a Nosferatu, but your Nose Sure Damns Us.  Speaking of big Noses, ever wonder Who Wins In Hog Wars?  I remember when you were told, “You’ll have to leave that behind” and you thought you were told, “You’ll have to leave your Buttocks behind you.”

            More and more, it is just Acts Of Violence that are music to your ears, and so sick to my ears,  so you think they are  Acts Of Violins.  They were sure right when they said, “Tomb is where his Dart Hits.”

            What time of the year is this anyway? We are well past  May the Fifth be With Shoes.  And once again  May the Sick still Whip You.  Over and Over May the Forged still Charge You.  So, I guess we are not  on the May Flower, anymore.  I guess our May Flowed Over.

            You told me that my wife was pretty mean.  You think you are petty, but you are really mean.  But to her that is not pretty, and you are constantly mean to her, to me, or to anybody. What does  mean mean to you?

            Is it time to Exit or did you just Text It?  I keep on hearing, ‘Ich bein Ein Chicagoan.’

Well, I am a Chicago resident in this German neighborhood.  But my saying is, “I AASA.” Which means “International Astrology Ad Space Abomination.” So, you called me Geo!  Are you calling me that for George?  Or am I the guy came from Earth?  Gravity.  Gravity.  Was I on the Eiffel Tower or had I Fell Toward Her or I Feel Towels?  You took over my respect, the result, that Leaning Tower of Peach Fuzz!

            Our Lives have sure gotten Ridiculous.  Or should we try to find the Riddle Clue?  Us? 

We certainly ain’t Rodent Cute!  Us!  Life is more and more filled and controlled by Magic.  Or is that MAGA? We sure got so much more Magma!  Our Govern Meant keeps doing their Priest Age Digit taping on.  We feel more and more there are Pre Star Digress Stallions.  They keep saying, “Press Do Digest. Stay Son.”  And it really is a Prostrate Digress Sale On.

            You can tell that I have passed on.  And my Ghost is still Blurred.  That president is the one.  The one he loves most.  We won’t be living.  And he is the Ghost.  His life is so silly.  And he’s in for his Twos.  And that Ghost that we’ve gotten sure acts like he’s boozed.

 

                        I wonder:

How can I keep hanging on

When my life is dead and gone?

           

I felt like laughing so I tried harder to make this funnier, I hope you found it funny.  If you did I would like to hear your comments.  If you didn’t I would like to hear your suggestions.

 

 

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