With-me – that is MY belief, and I can always vomit YOU – Out-my life, you vile fiend, so do-just-what-I-want-you-to!!!🕷

“WHY THEY KILLED BILL!”* a poem MOON-DAY June 18, 2018 {* – and Jesus and Socrates and All The Other Goofy Rebel People Who Couldn’t Keep Their Thoughts To Themselves!! Of course, you gotta catch the rogues first, and – SOME OF THEM ARE ELUSIVE S. O. B.s!!} 🙂 – Ho ho ho! ❤

He wasn’t really bad; he wasn’t ALL that mean,

He was – actually – kind of adorable, considerate and lean,

BUT – what can not be tolerated, is-being-in-the-one-percent,

Or, even, less – like – Point oh – oh – oh – oh – oh – … Heaven-sent?

It is-a THAT-a AREA, WHERE ANGELS FEAR TO TREAD,

It is where Devils Advocates – swirl in your head,

To question ALL the things – that everyone agrees,

MUST BE TRUE – and NEVER FAIL, like: air and earth and trees!

And Bill, that rogue, (pause) QUESTIONED – He questioned All the rest,

Asking silly questions (pause) Putting-EVERYTHING- To The Test,

NOT ONLY QUANTUM THEORY, BUT EVERYTHING, AS WELL:

Ques-a-tioning-ing HEAVEN, (pause) Purgatory – and, HELL,

And even pure existence, no existential crises,

FOR BILL – he poo-pooed, “Best Laid Plans,” of humans and the mice-ies!

SO – just like Socrates, he-was a bit too much,

For authorities, girls – “laws” and such,

SO – BILL got “off”-ed (pause) He DID DESERVE,

To-be-linked-to-Jesus;

They-had

Too-much-nerve! 🙂

fin. ❤

Aside:

What we don’t like!-well, it’s-of-The-Devil, AND what we like’s a BLESSING! And always do what “I” approve, OR ELSE – you must be messing /

With-me – that is MY belief, and I can always vomit YOU – Out-my life, you vile fiend, so do-just-what-I-want-you-to!!!

And BE OF LIKE MIND ALL THE TIME, ‘Cause I KNOW that I’m right / UNTIL I CHANGE MY PERFECT MIND; So, NEVER, EVER FIGHT,

With Me – So, DON’T BE “FOOLISH,” or I’LL WITHDRAW TODAY – And let you SUFFER from my absence: DO-“GOOD”-TO-ME ALL DAY! 🙂 – OK?**

❤ – ** – Then I’ll always love you and accept you! 🙂

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About DAZZLED💙

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)