Saturday, May 2, 2026

Some Times I Feel Like I Can't, All Times I Rant

 

              I was slinging my bow in order to  keep the wolves away.  Seventeen stubborn lilacs stubbed my toe.  Too Too Tomorrow you little narrow toots.  I wish you would not tell me to Drop Everything and Work on Your Problems.  What I do keeps Your Problems Working All the Time!  All the time there is Grilled Cheese.   Or are they Growled Fleas?  Tease One or Freeze the Otter.  I’ll just Order Odor our one Dough Otter Rotting a Robot again.  Frank and steins are all over this place.  And that is only a place mat, wait until you face Mat, you chased rat.

              So, let’s just Signal Smarts. Or do you make Gingle Marks?  My holiday flows away.  This way, that way, everywhere when I weigh way way way too much water.  Water.  What for?  Four Watts.  And your will will Sea what is the matter.  And that matter is Sandy.  You are Duned.  And I am Doomed.  A Dome with a Red Brick on my Foot Click.  My Mind does Clicks all the time and it sure ain’t a mine as I ain’t got no mind.  Never Mined.  I just blew up.  Bark at me!  I’m not a Pup.  Look at my Pup Il.  Pop pauses for my pup’s paws.  And I am Awed on the Lawn while you still Yawn.  If you kept still, I would not hear you yawn but you are Knot Wood as I drank from that Still.  My drink is al gone.  Al as in Alcohol.  Cup to me.  Clip to my Jugular.  I just drink till I am gone.

              North America.  South America.  Australia.  Uropartners.  Uropany.  This Uro Penny is  Your Old Penny.  Don’t pick up that penny from the toilet.  Let someone else Toy With It.  And if there is green plastic in there, or Greek plaster in there, or even freaky gas in there,  it is toy lettuce.  Don’t eat it unless you are a toy.  It is not for a joy.  Speak about no joy, I am employed.  I employed so much into that toilet bowl from my toy yet bowel.  Urology, Grinding Cringe Ology.  My Urin is not Logical, so Lettuce Urination.  This Nation is controlled by Urination.  Solares or Solar Flare Us?  Lost Algebra For Otto.

              And again, Our new King is Selfish.  Like those other Kings, those older Kings, filled with their stings, thanks to their Greedy Kingship, we will not live long.  They don’t get a long  Eggs benefact.  Those Eggs been on the Attic.  Toes Eggs beg for Addicted.  Benedict Arnold Pig!  Hog Watt was that?

              As I go along  there is The Worm.  There is The Wonder.  This world is The Rim.  Such a Wander. One Deer wondering after another.  Or Winter splinters after an Otter.  This Worm is Weird every day.  Squirm about this morn.  Does Any Body earn a Christmas’s Worm?  Anti Bodies or Ant’s High Bodies?  Morn Me More! 

              I was just formed with  a brain by what I drained from my pain.  You painted it on your garage with all of my garbage.   Cars barrage in smoke massages.  Lars are lost in most balayages.  And I have to keep Aging Here and Aging There, Aging, Aging Everywhere.

              My commanding office sir asked me “  Are these Week Nights or are We Kite Knights?”  I told him  “We are Weak Knights.  And if you heard a noise.  You heard my Adenoids.  You are a herd of Ant Boys.  White House Non Responsible Dinner honoring the White House Non Responding Winner.”

              His secret airy said to him “Doe’s antlers, a female’s antlers.”  And that Secreted Scary ordered from me, “A glass full of drops of golden rum.”

              I asked, “Does this mean that I Am underrated?”

              I was told, “You are under worn.”

              I just replied, “Well, you are under pants.”

              And my neighbor said, “You sure are always under a worm.”

              And that was from a group of Mick Dumb, a Plump Oh Dumbo, Elephants or Eli Faints, anyway, with his mouth or not, he said the Shamrock Snakes are back.  Every day a non-venomous Eastern Racer is a Black Snake.  I realized that It Is Not Well.  It is also not back.  It’s Baked!

              My boss again said, “You’ve been resented as well as I’ve been resnorted.”

              And his assistant said, “I’m a reporter as well!”

              That’s when he told her, “You’re not Swell.”

              And she replied, “Your stomach swells and you smell like an otter.”

              He smiles and proclaims, “I’m such a skull guy.”

              Life keeps going on like this.  Our new work includes naming elemental gravity ground formings as alien intelligents with contrapted buildings on other planets.  I am beginning to realize that Aliens are not like us, if they exist.  We cannot tell what or who they are unless we really notice the real them.

              One once told me, “Bing it home or bring a stone.  A bright stone that you bought at home.  Home or loan, I’m always stuck alone.  And I got struck with a bone.  My luck is all gone, and you call me a Goon.”

              And I keep going up those Zero Gravity Stairs.  Hero Depravity Glares.  Out of Air Spares.  I just get Sparred.  And I am Sparked.  I’m just a Sparrow whose life is narrow.  Come at me with an Arrow.  It’s one that you borrow.  You’ve won ‘cause I’m Marrow.

              An engineer came by and told me “A gear don’t need sticking out teeth to enlarge their movements onto this world.  Cooperation accomplishes what forcing and kicking up against does to worthwhile neighbors, the closer the better.”

              Come on people.  Do you hear what I hear?  No!  Do you think what I think?  I know you do not think.  We all can see that, and you feel like a jerk.  I’ll flea from you.  Your fleas are your bad habit.  Habit hear, have it here, have it rabbit everywhere.  You just wear like a robot.  Tobor the Ape Man.  Low atoms mean we have high ionic patches forming the time your nose counts from blood to limestone.

              I hope you will be able to get around a bit.  You are such a hippocrate.  You mitts are such knit wits.  And there is no wattage too.  My wheels are blowing in the wind and my heels are flowing in my mind while my heals are abstracting gigantic calluses upon the whirled world around me.  I take the loss of a shredded white flower while my boss calls me a coward.  Ward that you cricket might.  Mighty Mouth is ant it again.  Three Wards be Warts under sea Warps.




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