The Egos Con ~

“PREPARATION” a poem September 13 2019 (Friday)

IT’S ALMOST TIME TO W(H)INE AND DINE, ] Lots of PREP TIME shall be mine.]

PutOnMyBestFace for THIS TIME, ] For I WANT it toBE sublime,

APPROPRIATE and PROPER, see, ] WHEN FINISHED, feeling GOOD for ME,

Is CRITICAL and very needed; I donotwannabe UPSET or out seeded.

A cool look; a calming stare; I WANNA WIN The Teddy Bear,

That Will be MY prize If I can en-dure, Perhaps2Hours NoMore NoSir.

Just LUCID IL-LUMIN-ATIONS with some GRACE; I need a calm look on MY face.

No twitching, itching, shakes or chinks IN MY ARMOR, for that really stinks.

I WANT TO INTER-ACT AND GROW & be come bet ter don’t YOU KNOW.

And I hear (him/her) NOW; am I ready? TO DEAL WITH ISSUES VERY steady,

And THEN A SMALL DOG COMES INTO VIEW;

“Well, now, what am I to do with you?

I was EXPECTING something else DANG, am I EVEN READY NOW?

I WAS expecting an old, black cow.”

But, instead, this miniature Doberman walks right in,

And tells me that I me I am steeped in sin;

No, suddenly, (s)he tells me I HAVE NO SIN AT ALL.

Well, DANG which is it? WITHOUT A BOX I CAN NOT HAVE A BALL.

The little dog just sits a while, ] AND then sug gests that we reset the dial;

“DIAL to DISCOMFORT, if you wish to grow;

Complacent things are DEAD, you know.”

Well, this RILES ME UP, so I say: “What do you mean?

I WANT TO BE A CALM POOL, and I have WORKED to preen,

MYSELF MYSELF for our dis course.”

“Well, why not drop the pretense,” says pooch; “BUT of course,

YOU CAN ALWAYS BE READY WITH AN EGOIC GLEE,

But WHAT GOOD IS THAT, if the ego will JUST BE,

And agreeTO calm, nice, pleasant and dull?

The ego LIKES PEACE AND EASE, and does not like to feel any pull.”

Moral: So the EGO likes to PREPARE AND read a book, AND follow the procedure[s] with an expert look. And remind everyone of how far (s)he has gone, AND hopefully we are not SO FAR GONE that we believe THE EGO’S CON.

fin ♥

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“O. J. MAN.” a poem on: Friday The 13th September 2019

“O. J. MAN.” a poem on: Friday The 13th September 2019

(I’m telling you)

IF you can find a man to squeeze you orange juice in the morning, you got it made,

‘Cause an orange juice squeezer that kind of guy is (for lack of a better term:)

A HIGHER GRADE,

Because he USES HIS HANDS to squeeze OUT The Juice,

IT DRIPS PRETTY ORANGE; do you hear The Caboose?

Going: “Sq – squeeze me and make the juice Oh – range SWEET.”

“I LOVE ME ‘A SQUEEZING MAN; ‘ it’s so very neat,

To get your oranges squeezed in the morning.

Cantaloupes are orange too.”

“The Squeeze” is sweet and good. It makes me go: “Oo – ooo.”

AN O. J. JUICING GUY to him I’m glad I was led.

Now, I just wish I could him to make me a complete BREAKFAST,

In bed.

fin ♥

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Big fake ~

“BIG FAKE” a poem for FRIDAY, September 13, 2019

A smile,

A hug,

An insincere I LOVE YOU;

You’re a fake, FOR GOODNESS’ SAKE; You’re NEVER authentic or true.

“Well, OK, then What’s Next? if you can’t trust anything anyone does as really real?”

A BUNCH OF FAKE PEOPLE.

“You’re FAKES that’s just what I feel.

So, I will se-ques-ter MYSELF from Ya-all,

YOU BUNCH OF FAKES. Don’t EVER call,

On me EVER AGAIN; I don’t trust anyone any more.”

So, Mr. Pig Head locked and bolted the door.

“Come, Friend; don’t be so CURT;

Sure, I am sure we are all fakes, but what does it hurt

To MAKE A SHOW? Maybe, “fake it ’til you make it” is the only way to go.

COME ON, CRACK THE DOOR; I THINK I SEE A GRIN,

Forming on your ugly mug; come on, man, lay me a little skin.

Don’t be TOO HARSH on all us FAKERS.

We’re just faking, trying to get by,

A bunch of wanna-be CANDLE STICK MAKERS.”

fin ♥