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Limerick CoRner.~

“THE ‘BUT’ GIRL,” a poem for: Saturday/Sunday October 12 – 13, 2019

{an introductory limerick entitled: “No Requirements.”

A girl wasOnce VERY tired, Until, from her job, she got fired;

Then, with time “on her hands,” She traversed many “lands,”

‘Til she LANDed on one NOT required.}

“I’m so VERY, VERY TIRED,” MyHoney said to me;

“Well, could you ‘ease up’ a bit?” “(I’m) not sure; I’m (so) fo o o o o o ggy.”

“What would youSay about A NEW PHIL O SO PHY?”

(SheListenedSome, (pause) but wasItwas IT I In- te en tly?)

(I don’tKnow.) HeSaid: “The work you do . . . ” (pause) “YES?” (said) she;

“You MIGHTtry treating it (pause) moreLike (pause) Your (pause) Ho o bby,

WhichMeansYouDON’ThaveToDoIT (always) con stan tly.”

“BUT it’sImportant toDoIt me etho dic ally.”

“Maybe so, butNOTatTheExpense of your happiness and health.”

“BUT what I do could inTheFuture produce some real wealth.”

“Still, whenYouDo WhateverYouDo when you feel like it, just stop,

When you’re stressing out a bit,” “BUT I wanna getTo THE TOP.”

“TO THE TOP OF WHAT?” “You know, ‘THE HEEP.’ “

“What will THATdoForYou?” ByThen, she was asleep.

In her dreams, sheMurmured: “I MUST, I MUST SUCCEED.”

And “I must STRIVE to always ‘take the lead.’ “

Then, The Lord of Life THE LORD did intercede,

And placed her hand RIGHT THERE where he did bleed,

And said: “It’s hard, MY LOVELY CHILD to ‘kick against the goads,’

And LIFE LIKES TO PLACE MANY HEAVY LOADS,

On those who think they must prove their everlasting worth;

Remember: YOU’RE JUST VISITING, VISITING THE EARTH,

And it’s a dream, so take your time; don’t work too hard, and (tryTo)BeAmime,

MORE, by listeningToTheChatter of A THOUSAND, STRIVING VOICES.”

Thus, in the morning, she realized she had some others choices,

Like: SHE DID NOT HAVE TO POST A LOT, & could just RELAX upon The Pot,

& that worry is fine, now & again, but nothing’s THAT important; she asked The Counselor then: “What about THIS PHONE, with which I often fight?”

“Oh, don’tWorryAboutThat,” he said: “ItHasNoConstitutionalRight,

To be answered;” so, she TURNED THE DIAL (over) TO “QUIET,”

And she stopped always reacting to the ads that said: “Buy It,”

And she DROPPED THE WORD “BUT,”

TheMostPowerfulWordInTheEnglishLanguage, and sheWalkedMoreWithHer”mutt,”

AndSheWentForAswim, still “posting” a little hereAndThere,

And she spent more time combing her hair,

And kissed and cuddled at night with her Sweetie,

WhoSaid: “I STILL like you but(t), girl AND sucking on your [little] feetie.”

fin ♥

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“CONNIVING MALARKEY, REVISITED.” a poem October 12, 2019 (Saturday)

“CONNIVING MALARKEY, REVISITED.” a poem October 12, 2019 (Saturday)

“So, my friend,” I said to my friend, (pretty long pause)

“I guess (pause) notUntilYou’reOn’YourDeathBed,’ then, maybe, you’ll look up at me,

And say: ‘DANG, YOU WERE RIGHT; WHY DID I EVER DISAGREE,

WITH YOU, WHEN YOU SAID, ‘Anything anyone might write or say,

IS WORTH NO MORE THAN A PILE OF DUNG.’ WHY DIDN’T I JUST ‘OK,’

YOUR ASSESSMENT OF THE SITUATION & ADMIT NO ONE KNOWS,

NOTHING, Baby,

NOTHING. NOT EVEN WHAT THE CRUD IS IN BETWEEN THEIR TOES?”

“Well,” I said to Tomius, “actually you did quite right, My Friend,

For, you didn’t even believe me, and I’m fullO’Shit too until (some) the (very) end?”

Until The End of Time, good friends, no one knows a FLIP;

People are everSpeculating, conningOneAnother withTheBook & too, computer chip,

Trying to CON Vince everyone that what they say makes sense,

When we are ALL so full of it, and no one seems to be on The Fence,

About NOTHING ’cause everyone’s got it figured out,

And it seems it’s not until they are lying on their death bed that they realize THAT;

(pause) Then, they pout: (pause)

“How was I to KNOW that ‘J,’ he is IN TOUCH, WITH SOME TRUTH,

‘Cause he is such an ANGRY FOOL; he’s nasty and uncouth?

HE TRIED TO TALK SOME SENSE TO ME, but DANG, I was ASLEEP;

My ears were stopped, my mind was locked.”

Moral: A (TRULY) BLIND MAN CAN NEVER WEEP.

fin ♥

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“CALMING THE MOB.” a poem October 12, 2019 (Saturday)

“CALMING THE MOB.” a poem October 12, 2019 (Saturday)

There was AN ANGRY HUMAN GROUP, a pounding OnMyDoor yester day,

A big ol’ mob shouting: “Mystic Poet, we’ve something we’d like to say:

“You’re awful! Who do you think you are?

We’re ‘The (wonderful) Family of (wo)Man,’ and we’ll go far.”

So, what did I do? I calmly walked. I walked myself outside;

They thought they wereA gonna, gonna “take me for a ride.”

Instead, I ASKED THE QUESTION: “How many meals do you eat?”

(They said) “About 3 a day, we guess;” then, they made [a] slight retreat,

For, they were waiting forMY NEXT MOVE, my next, rot ten re sponse:

“OK,” said I, J Jay, withGleamInEye, andSeemingGreatTol er ance,

“And, then, you know what?” “No, what?” they replied.

“THEN, YOU POO & PEE ALL THAT FOOD AWAY & YOU TRY TO HIDE,

THE FACT THAT HUMANS, All human ARE GROSSa & DISGUSTING,

Trying to FLUSH THE WASTE away, &, with thatEnergy, y’all go ’round LUSTING:

Men want women, and women (YEAH), they want control, attention,

Kids want to play and old folks? Well, they want: Old Age Pension.”

AndThenThe Mob simply left FOR, they had nothing to say,

Except, “He’s RIGHT; we’re disgusting. What a fine man isThis J Jay.”

They later crowned (him) me KING and gave me all the prettiest fillies,

AndNOW: J Jay, He’s KING (that’s right) of “The World of Silly Sillies.”

fin ♥

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KINDNESS TO NATURE

You can have anything you want.
If you are willing to give up the belief that you can’t have it ~

KINDNESS TO NATURE
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