SITTING ON AN ELECTRIC FENCE, LYING LITTLE BASTARDπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜

β€œTHE MYSTERIOUS, BLOCK-SITTING GRASS CUTTER!” a poem! TUES. 10 July 2018

I found me THE GREAT GOD, sitting on some rocks,

β€œROCKING OUT,” I guess – (pause) Staring at a box,

Muttering (pause) Sighing (pause) LOOKING-in-the-AIR!

β€œHow ya doing GOD?” I said, and GOD just seemed to stare,

MUTTERING-β€œWhat-AM-I-gonna do? Do – with ALL THIS STUFF?”

{And I just thought that God-was-throwing – me! some kind of BLUFF!}

β€œWell, what-did-you-do-LAST-TIME? with your BUILDING BLOCKS?”

β€œI can not remember!

I think I made some lox!

Or hawks – or – socks – or –

A BOBBLE-HEADED DOLL THAT TALKS!”

β€œWell! Go-ahead-and-do-something!”- (pause)

β€œBUT-I-DON’T-KNOW-HOW- TO-DO- AT-ALL!

Things-just-HAPPEN! Yes, they happen! THEN? I take THE FALL!

IF people get upset with things- I SAY: β€˜I’M VERY SORRY!’

But-I-don’t-have-any-BLOODY CLUE; I’m simply on SAFARI!

STUFF! It DOES keep happening, but-it’s-happening-on-its-own!

THE GRASS GETS CUT AND TRIMMED AND GROWS – BUT NO ONE HERE IS MOWIN’!”

fin. ❀

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