How The World Works

 

              If I keep looking, I will See More.  And then, “You always seize more!”  sighed Mom.  And then, “You’re the one who Makes Me Sneeze More!”  came out of both My Mouth and Nose.  And I said, “Sew Morn. As you Spy On!”  Then she tells me, “So.  Mourn for a Slice, Son.”  And there she was with all those flies on.  Into my face, A Pie Fell On.  I told her, “You sure are a Felon.” 

              That’s when you told me that You are a Boulder Person than me.  But, No!  No!  You are a Pebbler Person than me.  You sure Sand it and I can’t stand it.  You think you are so Rocky.  You are even Fossil Less.

              So, I said, but not misled, or missiled “Society or So!  I Eat Yee.”

              And you responded, “So, Lie It To Me.  I’ll Die because you are so mean to me.”

              I replied, “Just Snow My Feet, Ye!”

              You asked me, “Is this a Candelabra or do we Cancel Life Bro?”

              I answered, “I Can’t Limit It.

`                                      I Won’t Limit It Without You

                                        You Can’t Limit It Anymore.”

              Then you went questioned,  “Is that my more?  Maybe this is my morse code.   It really is my more itch cold.  That makes my more rice cone.  Boy, my more lice are bold.”

              That’s when we thought we went to Parks and Recreation, but it turned out to be  darks and re-creation.  I was afraid about those Darts and Refibrillations.

              Joining us was Simon, or was that See Moan?  Anyway, Simon Says,  “And See More Pays.”

              I just thought it was a Sea Murmur.

              That was when I walked around and started to dig what I saw.  And I sawed the branch off that tree so I could dig that hole.  And I am not a worm and this is not a golf course.  Although I do like a Tea.  I don’t like Tea Too Beat Tubes.

              You told me, “I want to be The Best To Worst, but not The Vest Too Forced.  I’m a Guest to You Warts.  And You just Guess I’m a Forest.  You are Just a Jest.  I thought I wasn’t Just.  You’re so Cold.  You claim You are Justice but You are Just Ice.”

              That made me build a small room at the top of an elm tree in my back yard.  I climb up the trunk and I sit in the room during afternoons after school and read my school books and do my assignments.

              I noticed that my neighborhood is a chemical in a city.  And that city that is a part of the membrane of my planet, Earth, which is a cell in the body of our solar system which is in the neighborhood of our universe.  Boy, I sure want to go on a vacation in another neighborhood.

              Instead of a University, I got schooled in the Universe.  There is the Andromeda Galaxy, Large Magellanic Cloud, Small Magellanic Cloud, and the Triangulum Galaxy.  Colorverse

They are all versing each other.

              Shenaverse verses Lȍmaverse.

              Thingverse versus Trumpverse.           

              Crowdverse viruses Kapaverse.

              Moneyverse worsens Umicronverse.

              Törmäysverse curses Gastraverse.

              Rustverse sure says Muonverse.

              Inframuonverse turns red Mesomuonverse.

              Ultramuonverse hits the head of Necroverse.

              And their constant using keeps getting odder and odder.

              After I graduated, I gravitated to the Gastraverse in order to work on pulping magnetism through to various Schwarzschild Singularities.  They pay well with cosmic dust.  We are bossed by that local, Magnetar, and I phytoplanktonate what is being passed to the next department.

              I will keep ferric aluminum in the needed amounts to every partial particle that we are radioactively responsible for.  I will also talk to other Muonverses who are radiated in order to build these soon to  be transportated icon ions to those wrestled of the under verses, you and I fear says, unit doer says.

              You and your cartwheel keeps on churning the chemically induced roller blading of not called beings that dislike the particles in the meteoric cloud dust we claim to make money from. 

              I just got to rage:

 

                                           Rock Bottom or Rockets Got ‘Em

                                           Hail those Rockettes

                                           Seventy Six Long Years In My Big Swamp Glade

                                           A Hundred And Ten Low Lifes lost Behind

                                           Ollie, Ollie, Stanly’s Glee

                                           A Marriage or A Mirage

                                           Is that your age

                                           Or My Rage?

                                           Freeze a Jacket Good Fellow

                                           Fleas are Jolly as your Fellon

                                           Pay attention

                                           Or Stay At Tension

                                           Attempt and Shun!

 

              That made you ask me,  “Are You Nosferatu?   Or, Nose On Furry Toes?”

              And I replied, “Why, Old Child?  You think you are a Wild Child!”

              You asked, “Do Worship or are you a War Ship?”

              I answered, “This is the Worst Shift.”

              You said, “It is just while You are On This Ship.”

              I asked, “Why Are You being so Selfish?”

              And you questioned,  “Are You Asking If I Am A Cell Fish?”

              I said, “I don’t even Sell Fish!”

              You gave it to me, “You sure do Smell Like Fish.”

              I said, “You better call the weed man!”

              You hit back, “You’re pretty weedy yourself.”

              I said, “In your car you’re so speedy that I am now bleedy.”

              You told me, “That car did not give me a caress.  You are careless. And now you have a spare less.”

              And again, I said, “You sure are selfish!”

              You replied, “You call me Cell Fish?  Your belongings in that Cell are not your Wish!”

              I told you what I felt about that, “Well, I’ve got to call someone for you.  All the others would run away.”

              And you gave me, “I sure hope those otters run soon.”

              Now we chorused:

 

                             “The Earth is the Moon running around the Sun.

                             Milk Weed

                             Milk Weed

                             Hello Jello Milk Weed

                             Milk Weed

                             Milk Weed

                             Eat Us Up, Yum

              I see two Snouts out to Kill us with Two Shots.”

             

              And the group down the hall sang:

 

                             “Dead Heads

                             Dead Heads

                             Shoot Those Moldy Phony Dead Heads

                             Dead Heads

                             Dead Heads

                             They Beat Us Up, Scum.”

 

              That was when the business owner photographed some film lead out to make  a movie.  He didn’t want to send it to another company.  He did not know what to do to develop it in.

              He asked us,  “In What?”

              And we told him, “In Developing Fluid.”

              A customer of his said, “You think you are Scary, you Hairy Larry!  You are just Moe’s long haired Trick.  Are you on Recess? “

              He shallowed down and said,  “No, I’m on a Cess Pool.”

              That customer said,  “You Sell Luncheon Making Bricks.”

              And my co-worker snickered,  “So you are on a Looney Much Eating Kick.”

             

              My department then sang out:

 

                             “You Self Fooly.

                               Me you make Sick.

                               Salt launch your assault you crunch.

                               You buzzed me.

                               You’re a fly.

                               No, don’t apply.

                               You Tick.”

 

              I then asked, “Is that the funniest ever I quoted?”

              And you answered,  “No, you are the phoniest ever anyone noted.”

              I said,  “Shut Up And Let me answer my phone.”

              You went on again,  “Are you claiming you are the funniest, when you aren’t even a foam neck rest?”

              I sighed,  “Rest?  Arrest? Are you wrestling with me?”

              You told me,  “I heard you claim, ‘I’m Perfect.’  But, no!  You are Imperfect!”

              I said,  “You Finally Admit, You are the Imp we Reject!”

 

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