Saturday, November 22, 2025

Growing Up Green With Envy, Not Ivy

 

              Grass poking out of the ground.  Vines spreading right out under my feet.  Branches, weeds, and hard barked trees.  I am around because I come around and I am on my round.  That is where I went.  I walked the woods to the Zoo.  I walked the woods to try and fail to catch fish by hand.  I walked the woods to get to the bowling alley.  I walked the woods to Look at the Sewage Pipes.  I walked those woods to clean up high school kids’ smoking party messes. I walked the woods to watch the turtle on the log. I walked the woods to kiss my girlfriend.

              Those thoughts are there! I just can’t understand them.  Or is it, those thoughts are theirs, that’s why I can’t understand them.  Thoughts now or taunts now, I’ve never been taught so that’s trots now.  I just need to think a little, wink a little, turn around and stink a little here.  So, was this a comedy or did that comet just die?   I think that’s your commitment you Commodore Commander Commandant.  You Dot Head.

              I know I am Human and prejudiced but I do a lot of pre judges  and it is so very monstrous  that I cause stress and stress.  So, to me you say he’s still ahead.  How can he be ahead and still.  You are sure using that still.  I think that I’m gonna switch doctors.  Well, witch doctor was that.  That one’s sure deep in a well.  And I know he’s deep in his spells.

              So, did you grab the stalks?  No, I did not brag about my talks.  You are the one who always stalking.  It is me who is the king  of these stalls.

              You think you are in the lead, or is that the pencil in your head?  I tell people “Awe, he’s just in a pen, still.”  And they tell me, “And that is justice, not just ice.”

              Ask yourself.  Ask yourself!  How and when this world could end?  That’s the same as how and when my sidewalk ends.  And you trend with how and when your winter ends.  I know not how and I am not a Cow so when I ask How I’m not Open.

              I just play worm man on TV.  I have a cape that I can wrap myself in to look like a long tube.  You see me.  I jump in the ground here and spring up there.  I look like I’m not moving, and then, snap, I spring to the other side of the village.  And then the crook steps out of the bank and the ground beneath him becomes a deep hole that he trips and falls into.  A hole in the ground.  That is a Well.  Well Well.  A gang is running to attack a woman and I cause them to slide face first into the wall.

              If you were a Worm.  Well, even a man who can barely count, and moves his lips at night, that’s when he reads his looks to make his worm bank grow.  When you shake and squirm  And the book provides what you need.

              And all of the sudden my aunt got bitten by a man.  So, now she is Aunt Man.  And we just sing,

              “King Kong, you have the shame of

                King Kong, you know how lame is

                King Kong you’re Ten times as fat as a man.”

              That caused the Fat Man to Awake. “I am fat.  And I didn’t even know it.  I am fat and even if I admit it and I still won’t know it.  I’ve cut down on what I eat.  I go for long walks.  I’m old and fat and walking is the easiest exercise I can get.  I always just do the easiest.  And I still don’t know that I am fat.  My rings are loose.  I have to tighten my belt or my pants will fall off.  The scale does not go as high as it used to.  But I am still fat and I still don’t know it.  I sure with someone will continue to tell me that I am fat and that I don’t know it.”

              All this happens and I finally get my worm to sleep.  I’ve had him two months now.  He loves it on the living room couch.  I had to close the door in the bed room to keep him in his basket.  “No Sam!  Off the bed!”  he’s back again.  I love that red dot halfway down his neck.  That’s his “Sam Dot.”

              And then Carol, next door, first pointed it out to me.  When something is new, when you are close, maybe too close, you miss the details.  The defining traits.  Nothing sticks out because it all sticks out.  I want that “Sam Dot” to sleep tonight.

              I just have to get my worm to sleep.  To sleep the whole night away.  I’ve had him now for two months.  He’s something I can talk to Carl about.  He loves it on the living room couch.  I had to lock him out of the bedroom.  It was constantly, “No Sam.  Off the bed!”  If he would only get used to his basket.  I love that red dot halfway down his neck.  That’s his “Sam Dot.”

Carol, next door, first pointed it out to me.  When something is new, Like I am, and you see him every day.  When it is new and you are close.  No matter how close you get, how open minded you are,   You don’t see it because you see everything and everything is overpowered into nothing.

              And now a real little, little, little hello is our past president, spying on us because, as we all know, microwaves tap your phone lines.  The proof is in the Putin.  And we heard that from a real Putin Head.  That guy loves to play the game “Putin Take”  He’s got us all playing it.  And you know what, WE are losing.  And he gets taken from as he takes from us too.

              He told me that “When I put quotes around something it isn’t real.  But it is, even when I don’t put quotes around it.  And it’s up to you to prove what I said.”

              Oh Lord, when will we get  A Real Pipe Line – Life Dying  Protester – Arrest her  Corporation – A citizen  Lets call the whole thing off.

              The truth hurts.  Prove that this is the most honest administration we ever had because no one has hurt the citizens more.  An alien has a pet worm.  Another alien is married to his job.

 

                             They’re coming to take my Bidet ho ho

                             I flushed your stool

                             Oiled your roids

                             And this is how you pay me back for all my clean

             

             

              Hi.  I am A Dog.  I am in my secret identity.  I am Barkley Brewer.  And, I am on a date with Lil D’gon.  At last.  Lil was reluctant.  I talked to Lil’s work buddy, Kay Nine.  Kay Nine feels sorry for me.  She knows I like Lil.  She suggested we go on a double date.  Her boyfriend is Terrance Arr.  Dinner and a movie, me and Lil, and Kay Nine and Terry Arr.    

              A Dog as Barkley Brewer on a date with Lil D’Gon.  Enemies D Catcher.  The Cat Cher 

Lil doesn’t want to get too close because she thinks A Dog might be interested in her.

Fossil Bone is not a bone; it is a rock.  Dog Tags, you’re it.  Giving Pigs.  A bunch of Kernels.  Colonel Kennels!  That is someone who stole Sue and put a bigger dinosaur on display.  Sue was real  “My name is Sue.  How do you do?”  But Sue was a fossil.  The replacement was a cast of a fossil.  He who casts the first stone.

              But Sue was stone, not real bone.  Are the Giving Pigs (Or is that Guinea Pugs).  Time Travelers?  Are their Kennels time machines?  What are you going to do?  Dig in the ground and find Gold?  Sure!  Dig deeper.  What do you see, a coral reef?  Ya Sure!  What do you do?  Dig deeper and find oil.  As if a dumb dog digging down can gas up a car, oil a hinge, and set the world a blaze.

              Sue’s skull is like yours.  You both got rocks in your heads.  Who or what is she?  A Dog?  A Cat?  Her, she’s Dog Catch Her.  She riles me up almost as much as Mail Man.  I sure got a lot of anger to vet.

              Go ahead.  Dig up some oil.  I gotta stick my head out the window.

If it’s a petrified forest you could still raise a leg.  A double date with Kay Nine and Terrance Oar.  He’s from England, Yorkshire.  They saw a movie, a Chick Flick.  The one with Sarah Buldog.



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