Yes, its not easy,,: Yes, it's not easy in the morning
When you find as day is dawning
You start to get that certain feeling
A part of your anatomy
A part I will not mention, see
Is pointing toward the ceiling
Oh, but you must go to work
Alas, there is no time to jerk..
How did the horse..: How did the horse
Meet this handsome guy?
The guy met the horse
Through a butterfly
How did the butterfly
Get mixed up in this?
I have no clue
Give me a kiss
I won't kiss you
Why not, my dear?
You have bad breath
That much is clear
What if I bought
A bottle of Scope?
Think that will work?
We can only hope.
Stunning on so many levels,: Stunning on so many levels, masterful Poet. The imagery, an accomplishment in itself, is a poignant, highly symbolic undercurrent for your deeply moving introspection. In the end, emblems of sweetness and life triumph over the sour taste of life's struggles.
Majestic and timeless and so much more! I'm blown away!
I love your thoughts on this,: I love your thoughts on this, absolutely beautiful! It's exactly these interactions, where others can take the art and find ways it speaks to them, which creating art is all about!Thank you for reading and for taking the extra time to comment and express your take.
Why would I want..: Why would I want to move out of an independent apartment? And go where? To a dependent apartment? No thanks. I lived in a dependent apartment once. I didn't like it. To state the obvious, dependent apartments are too dependent.'When am I getting re-painted?' 'When are you gonna something about that crack on my living room ceiling? It's been over a year. Have you talked to the landlord about it? Who? Me? I can't do anything about it. I'm a dependent apartment. I depend on you to do it!'
I used these very same..: I used the very same words two weeks ago. I have a nephew, now 19, who must have been the biggest the biggest South Park fan ever. He never missed an episode, would practically memorize an entire episode and start reciting it to my sister and her husband. Used to drive them crazy!
Long story short, I figured he would love The Book of Mormon, created by the same guys who did South Park. I got tickets for his birthday and told him about it. He was so excited! I had the tickets, and we made plans to meet in front of the theater at 1:30 (show starts at 2). So what happens? I'm standing in front of the theater, it's 1:30. Where is he? I tried he's cell but it just went to voicemail. I called my sister to ask is she knew where he could be. She had no clue. Here it is, getting close to 2:00, no nephew! Where the hell is he? He knew the address of the theatre, I told him like a dozen times. Finally, he shows up...at 2:20! We missed the show because this idiot was late! I was so annoyed! I couldnt even talk to him about, I was so mad. Broadway tickets aren't cheap you know. Anyway, I called my sister back to tell her what her genius son did. You know what she said? He wasn't late! How could she say that? The show started at 2:00. Don't you think anyone with half a brain would know to come BEFORE the show starts, not AFTER the show starts! Is my sister crazy too? She kept saying 'He was only 20 minutes late. Couldn't you have told them to not start the show until he got there?' Omg! Can you believe that? What planet is she living on? I'm sorry, I realize you have better things to do than to listen to my story. My point is, she kept insisting he wasn't late. He was too! I kept repeating it. He was too late! He was too late! I felt like when we were kids and used to fight all the time. Of course he was late. HE WAS TOO LATE!! What the hell's the matter with her?