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“FRIENDS!” April 5, 2018 THOR’s Day 😁😁

“FRIENDS!” April 5, 2018 THOR’s Day

Be careful, be careful – of who you befriend,

“Cause they might just use you – ”tire-you-in-the-end!”

They-might-want-your-car,

To go-on-rides-of-joy,

Or – to-the-marketplace –

Or-Recycling-Center, boy!

They might just want,

To-do-an-estate-sale,*

Or’ll ask for liquor, as-they-trap-you-in-their-”jail!”

They’ll take advantage of you –

TAKE YOU ALL FOR GRANTED,

AND “THESE,” the folks you’re sure,

GOD HAS KINDLY “PLANTED,”

To make your life (more) fun and gay,

To send all-of your “blues” away!

Well, “BROTHERS’ KEEPERS,”

FRIEND(LESS) WEEPERS,

(pause)

JUST-CONSIDER WHAT- C O U L D- BE, WITHOUT NO FRIEND(S) AT ALL!

NOT-A-FRIEND-TO-CALL-ON-YOU, OR GRIPE – OR TAKE-YOUR-”BALL!”

FOR –

FRIENDS MIGHT BORROW YOUR-BALL-AND-MOWER AND CARS,

AND CLOTHES,

And “skip-out-on-you,” For-all-anyone-knows –

Or – BE “THE SOWER OF BAD THOUGHTS AND DREAMS,

TO AMPLIFY YOUR TEARS AND SCREAMS! BUT –

Come ON! Wha-wha-what’s-A-FRIEND?

We’re-ALL-just-“stinkers,”- IN-THE-END!

WE ALL JUST STEAL AND BORROW AND GRIPE,

AND TRY TO AMPLIFY O U R “LIGHT,”

Thus,

CLEAVE-TO-YOUR-”FRIENDS,” THE ONES YOU KNOW – OR, HAVEN’T GOT! – ALL PEOPLE (are) JUST SO,

HERE TO DRIVE YOU QUITE INSANE,

BUT – WITHOUT THEM, IT’S B O R I N G! WELCOME “THE RAIN!”**

fin. ❤

    • and ask YOU to help – Ahhhhhhh! Estate sales! Ahhhhhhh! 🙂

** – IT (Them – Friends) gives you something to do – to get OUT – get a little sunshine – and fresh air – {OR RAIN} AND GET YOU AWAY FROM YOUR TV!! :

“FOOT FETISH!”🙄🤗😆

“FOOT FETISH!” a poem . a.k.a.: “Without Toe Jam, I’ve Nothing To Spread My Breakfast Toast With!” April 5th ‘18 Thursday’s Toes Days – PLUS – KARAOKE IS BACK! at The Ole Crystal Bar, Holland Avenue, Alpine, Texas, U. S. A. 🙂 – “Yay!”

Eenie, meenie, my-knee moe –

We-all got fetishes, you know –

And – FOOTly ONES ARE NOW IN VOGUE –

FOR ALL YOU HIPSTER, RAD’CAL ROGUE(s)!

Blessed are the feet of those –

Who-bring-GOOD-NEWS-now, we suppose,

Just grab your honey’s feet and find,

A world of joy which can remind,

All you – of days – of barefoot glee,

When I ran hand-in-hand with Thee,

We skipped on pavement, grass and soil,

And flew so high – ‘bove endless toil,

Of the oppressive shoe-ful ways:

We laughed and sang; those were the days!

So, cut-your-nails (a bit!) and lose “the jam,”

Massage your tootsies, for I AM,

In love with all the parts of YOU,

I’ll kiss and lick –

WITH SOLE-FUL VIEW! 🙂

fin. ❤