SITTING ON AN ELECTRIC FENCE, LYING LITTLE BASTARD๐Ÿ˜ƒ๐Ÿ˜

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

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

โ€œROCKING OUT,โ€ I guess – (pause) Staring at a box,

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

โ€œHow ya doing GOD?โ€ I said, and GOD just seemed to stare,

MUTTERING-โ€œWhat-AM-I-gonna do? Do – with ALL THIS STUFF?โ€

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

โ€œWell, what-did-you-do-LAST-TIME? with your BUILDING BLOCKS?โ€

โ€œI can not remember!

I think I made some lox!

Or hawks – or – socks – or –

A BOBBLE-HEADED DOLL THAT TALKS!โ€

โ€œWell! Go-ahead-and-do-something!โ€- (pause)

โ€œBUT-I-DONโ€™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: โ€˜Iโ€™M VERY SORRY!โ€™

But-I-donโ€™t-have-any-BLOODY CLUE; Iโ€™m simply on SAFARI!

STUFF! It DOES keep happening, but-itโ€™s-happening-on-its-own!

THE GRASS GETS CUT AND TRIMMED AND GROWS – BUT NO ONE HERE IS MOWINโ€™!โ€

fin. โค

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