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like
the gyrfalcon hawk or dove I think I am maybe perhaps not U see I toy
with words instead of me
In any
case it seemed my head enshrouded for sleepy beddy bye time happens
anywhere when I'm bored I become narcoleptic mostly when with people
I don't care for not really Chi town when last thanksgiving there
subjected to the roar of the crowd the rape of christian children by
baboons and snore passing for converse I fell face forward into my
repast performing cunnilingus on the turkey while my hosts adored the
gore on TV
Can I
die any more rapidly than by laughing at myself?
Oh
well.
I was
asleep A rare event Since I only sleep when tired Or bored True My
truth and eating only when hungry. So she called an important figure
in my hospice service asking Where's The Beef!?!!
I
opened my mouth and out came the sound of farting a dachshund formed
from inflated party prophylactics contorted into a child's gift
stuffed in my mouth.
U eye
I'd fallen off nonononon through construction scaffolding long ago
having no medical insurance I gimped it nonononon I sucked up the
pain and when back to work climbing the same scaffolding erected by
my friend who erecting neglecting one critical spot thus I fell
through It was only six feet down fortunately I had the sense not to
loosen up since to do so would mean a busted knee and no teeth as
well.
Swell
you know I'm not here for the choir but those abused by Howdy &
Uncle Bob into a torture of their own devising a faux war.
Alternatively know as PTSD or Jesus in Uniform returned from exotic
vacations where they randomly blow the faces and other body parts of
children sent to war Listen to the best part as follows: mind you
none of the finger puppets or their get spend or spore go they only
profit from you pain mutilation or humiliation then calling it
Patriotism to ignore you.
What's
the point? I'd taken Rumofan PLUS X 2 instead of 1 after gimping all
over for eighteen hours and fallen asleep to be awakened at 15:46 hrs
minutes before my friend Ron Wolfe showed up for his promised
birthday dinner – farting like a prophylactic dachshund instead of
talking coherently – as for Mr. Wolfe I now call him; “Hey You
Boy!”
fondly
of course we ate fast food instead my pain gone and eventually I no
longer farted with my mouth. Sober and pain free hours later.
© 2012
by Jack Spratt All Rights Reserved
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