Saturday, March 28, 2026

Are We Working Together or Weird Kings, Two Get Hurt

 

              I will be glazing the walls of my roof bedroom with melted glass.  I think that will suppress my noises when I am acting like I am not there when my uncle and his wife are back in their owned home, downstairs.  I eat ants and drink what I save from the roof’s gutters.  I am full of Pride and Cultural Identity.  I am so full of Pride that I throw it up and people can’t stand what’s coming out of my mouth.  It doesn’t just come out of my mouth.  I just wish I had a gun so those people couldn’t stand anymore.  When I think of that original American hero and one of the most gallant and visionary men to ever walk the face of the Earth, I take money out of people’s pockets and drive away with their car or two, in order to increase their admiration of me.

              I’ve recently been hired by someone to cut a piece of board in order to catch some snoozy racoon sleeping aside their house.  He thinks that it pays to pay someone in a cult to make peace with the bored.  All those boozy tycoons make money off of someone else’s house.   A homer sure swings those bats around.  And not just around town.  They are not just, you are not just, I am not just. Just call me a toe.  Or even a toad.  I like to wart around.

              Every week day, from nine to five, I go shaking that glass of water I am holding under command to make a wave.  Rinsing the dishes in that stinkin’ kitchen sink makes me send out a wave.  Flushing the toilet makes me even waver.  Sitting down in the bathtub breaks those waves.  Or is that cakes those waves?   Anyway, some stream in the forest quakes a lot of waves.  I saw a boat on the lake making a wave.  It didn’t make no waves before I sawed it open.  That moon around the Earth’s oceans sure makes Meteors wave.  The Sun on the planets takes our waves.  The Radiation across the Universe waits for us to wave.

             

              I acted like I was working, and then I looked.  The boss was coming down the hall singing:

 

                             Go speak Physics Al

                             Physics Al

                             You Got to leak Physics Al

                             Physics Al

                             Physics Albert Einstein

                             Physics Mr. Blind Mind.

 

              That got me to hide behind the door and yell:

 

                             Instead, I Honor Fidel, Caster Oil

                             I Am Fed Up With All You Ketchup Owls

                             You  Need To Free Off Catched Fowls

                             You Say I Am Just A Cast Of Bowels

                             You’re  Pure Sure Casket Fouls.

              I’m finally admitting that I’ve got gas. Gastroenteritis.  Not your car’s tire.  The entire.  And I sure am tired. A gas cactus.  I’m gas taxes. Gastronomy.  Gas tries on me.  Gasteronium.  Gas turd on me and you.  That bird made dots on me and you.  Gas throws inter eruptions entirely with gas elbows in that gazebo.  Watch my gas rethrow.  I am so good that all can go is up.  Watch me throw up.  I am rethrow active.

              My co-worker told me that coming up is Easter.  I asked, “Ease Air?”  And he said,  “Eat Bear.”  I said it is my job to   “Lease Beer”.  And he said that I am a “Grease Rear”.  That got to “My Geer”.  He sighed, “You think you are Germany There.  You are just Germy Here.”  He is not just a co-worker; he is a Cow Porker.  And I am a Coward Liar.

              I don’t want to have to work, I just want to buy, and it does not matter to me that someone else did the work to pay for what I want to buy.  I really, truly don’t even know how to work what I buy, or what I bought before and am replacing it now using someone else’s work payments.  It is amazing that I am being truly about something.  So, Who cares if that person wanted to save the money worked hard for in the past in order to enjoy what that person made now.

              I still acted like I did what the Boss told me.  And then, when the ion thickens, so much radiation is in the tube to my skull.  Skull Low, Sis?    As Low as All Lows Moans Me.  Moan See More?  Intestinal Integrity.  You’ll Test Me?  You sure are gritty.  Integration or In Tag For Graduation?  I do that Gradually.   You sure Grad Duels with Me.

              The guy in the next department told me that Star gazing is better than Fires Blazing and with me up the chimney, the job is better than meat pucks against your kidneys.

              I asked, “So the Sky is the Limit?”

              And my work partner said, “Or, Is This Guy is A Nit Wit!”

              The walking by Boss shouted, “With What?”

              And the Boss of the next department claimed, “Witch Watt!”

              My work life keeps going on.  This sure is my Nostalgia with Furry Toes Nicked Too.  That’s convinced me because my Boss said, “As usual, a nick goes here, a nick goes there, snicker kicker everywhere.  How would you like to be going to my Hall?  Well, with my Hair and my Oats, you are my Goat.” 

              And my group leader said, “Ten, nine, eight, seven.  This is my count down to take off your coats.  I’m a Count whether you are up or down.  And you make my weather down, you clown.” 

              My work partner asked him, “Are you talking about your Holland Boats?”

              And the group leader asked back, “Are you asking me about Both Boats?”

              I told them, “I have a Boat on my Left Foot and a Boat on my Right Foot.” 

              And the Boss shouted, “Your Left Foot just Left and your Right Foot ain’t Right!”

              Causing the group leader to tell us, “You are such a Boat Eenie.”

              My work partner snickered, “Eenie Meany Mighty Joe.”

              And I said, “You sure are a Joe Curse.”

              When I got home from work, I said to my  neighbor, “Hey!  Ted!  These days I sure am Hated!”

              And he said, “That’s Garbage.  Garbage.  Garbage.  They call you full of Garbage.  You really are a Jolly Robot with a Face Like Sloth.  A Soiled Goon in a Maze Like Moths.”



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