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Will the world ever learn to live as won race
brothers and sisters
one will never know

📞 PHONEY LAND PUTS YOU IN A BOX 🤪

“PHONE[Y] LAND!” a poem a.k.a.: “Don’t Let ‘Em Put You In A Box!” 30 May 2019 (Thursday)

Why-do-you-think-they-call-a-phone-“a phone,” derived-from-the-same-word-as
P H O N Y ?!
‘Cause-it’s-not-real! com-munication! It’s-so-fake, just-“a-bunch-o’-bloody-baloney,”
‘Cause-you ain’t around the one you’ve found, on-the-phone whom you should be- with!
The device was developed MILLENIA-AGO In-vented by-a “SITH,”*

‘Twas-invented-by-a-Lord, who-could-well-afford to-visit-in-laws-and-“acquaints,”
But (s)he was lazy, with-temper’ment-“hazy,” and-had-to “bind” many-saints,
Who did object, in a profound way – to such a hideous device!
A Sith Lord named COMMO, who lounged in pajam[o], was heading all this vice!

(S)he hyp-notized this world, with phones and radios and, of course, The King! TV,
And computer gizmos (to dull the mind)! It-was-done pro-gres-sive-ly!
The strategy was simple (and well conceived) get-us-away from: The Gift of Touch,
For everyone knows you need (at least) 12 hugs/day – or life ain’t very much!

Without these “contacts,” you-can’t-really-survive in any-kind-of reasonable fashion!
We’re crazy, it’s true, but-now-such-phone-use has-taken-away-real-passion,
Like: when you touch them savory “g-spots,” which-make sensitive-folk say: “GEE!”
And now people-are ever so-much-more depressed and cray-hay-hay – hay – – – zy!

I-usually-“run-around:” Trying-to-help, and-crying: “Come-on! Snap-out-of-it!”
I’ll-sometimes-grab-Lucy, either by her caboose-y or-by her j – – – y t – t,
Yelling: “Milk! Sweet Milk! Lucy! Wake up!” and-the-poor-dear won’t even notice!!

We’re-so ALL-in-THE-BOX, we-can’t-even-smell-our-socks,** and-JUST-wonder
IF-THERE’S SOMETHING YOU “WROTE-US!”

fin <3

  1. – An ancient, extraterrestrial group of supernatural monks, who strive for universal domination! I have been diligently repulsing their advances for, almost, forever, having saved this small “solar system” numerous times and never really being properly compensated for my efforts. Your tax-free donations and contributions can be sent to my D. P. O. address: 777 Llama Square, #69, Baglung, 33300 D. P. O. Nepal. Namaste!
    ** – or The Roses!

STROKE THIS ITS NO ROCKET 🚀

“STROKE THIS!” a poem a.k.a.: “Not Rocket Science? What IS Rocket Science, Anyway?” November 4, 2018 – 1st day of The Week?

Your best friend – is YOUR BODY, so PLEASE be kind to same,

Your body always does its best, so there’s-no-reason-to-blame,

Your body – for “not trying,” for every cell within,

A hundred billion, give or take, will never, ever “sin!!”

When tired, sleep; when hungry, eat, and DON’T GO ‘TIL YOU’RE READY!

IF you’re not ready, simply wait! (It) ain’t-Rocket-Science, Dear Hedy!*

If you’re upset or anxious – just take some breaths, OK?

It is NOT rocket science – “It’s-BIOLOGY,” I say!

Just circulate – and-ass-imilate – plus – elimination too,

Will keep your body “in the pink,” functioning so true!

The body, it is sexual – so find a mate and screw,

But PLEASE insure she’s clean and fresh – or you’ll go: “Boo-hoo-hoo!”

These others** – well, now, they’re “old hat!” We’ve been through this before:

WATER, AIR-SUN, in and out – Relax! then Stress! and more,

Than all these “needed” things, TRUE LOVE’ll-keep-you-warm-&-happy,

Hugs & Kisses,

Friends-’n’-family,

Respect (love) your mum & pappy!

And, at day’s end, IF you’re NOT God,

Say: “Thank-you,” to your blessed bod,

And kiss her softly, hold her hand,

And STROKE YOUR LOVER’S “WEDDING BAND!” 🙂 – My, Oh My!

fin <3

* – Hedy Lamarr, famous actress and rocket scientist!!

** – SUGGESTIONS! Only suggestions!! 🙂 – Do what you want, OK?

Money Vault AT THE BANK 😀

“THE VAULT AT THE BANK!” a poem, a.k.a.: “Banking Deposits!” a.k.a.: “Feeling Secure At The Local Bank!” a.k.a.: “Has-‘The-Show’ Shone-Upon-You?” 31 May 2019

The vault at the bank – was-gazing!! at-me?!

It smiled, and I melted – so na-tur-a-lly!

So, The Vault (VERY OPEN) said (to a little pile of tears):

“Are you OK?” and from all of my fears,

I looked up and said: “Were you smiling my way?”

“Well-yes!” quoth-The-Vault; “but you-need NOT pay,

By meta-mor-pho-sizing – in-to LIQUID GOLD!”

“Oh! OK,” I said: “but, since-I-AM, aren’t we told,

To put gold deposits – in the most secure banks?”

So! She took me up quickly – and put me in “tanks,”

Then-put-me-in-IN-SIDE! “Are-you-OK for-the-night?”

“Well, I’m not really sure! Can you love me?” “ALL RIGHT!”

So, we stayed “locked TOGETHER,” a dos[e] NOT a trois,

Quietly! Shhhh! (pause) Shhhho’wn-a- quite-“raw!”

Like the PUREST OF GOLD – on the quiet-est night,

In a QUITE secure VAULT – It’ll be “outta sight!”

In the morning, The Bank? It was BROKE! (pause) WE GOT A-WAY!!!!!

To-live in – THE HEART OF THE VAULT – ev’ry day!

fin <3