Bite-size contest #152
Sponsor: Line Gauthier
Words flowing from the heart in my chest:
Do we dare pursue another quest?
Why must we idolize excess?
What if we buy the best?
Learn to eat less?
Eliminate the rest?
My worst enemy could be,
could it be a flea?
What is the magical key?
Do I need to make a plea?
Let me sit and think as I drink some tea,
under this fall pretty red leaf tree.
My worst enemy could it be me?
No way or I would flee.
Now down on one knee,
I will ask thee.
My worst enemy could be,
oh please set me free.
Is it a huge crime?
Wish it was as simple a rhyme.
Can I buy it for a dime?
Would you believe it is time?
I need more time in each of my days,
my time runs together as a big maze.
Sometimes I only see a dark haze,
please send me more time without any delays
You were willed the family homestead.
The price was that Eden drained from your eyes.
A life so weighted now
that it began cracking the mind.
Battling things real and imagined.
Praising Jesus, while keeping company with darker things.
Sanity is running on empty.
You're shaking hands with hatchets.
Making deals with death.
Your soul is in disintegration mode.
I've tossed you a line many times.
Only to be ignored many times.
Perhaps the line was too thin; I apologize.
Perhaps you were too arrogant; you'd never apologize.
Either way, I had to flee the friendship.
When your darkest color bled into mine.
Those goblins are advancing on the old homestead.
Perched upon the broken fence.
My dear dying friend,
It's too late to patch or mend when there is no cloth left.
Let's have lunch in the next life. I'll buy.
Roll up roll up
Its just for you
A special offer
A bargain too
I give you numbness, grey and cold
I give you empty eyes
Weigh them in like copper
Priceless, darkest lies
I'm selling what will mould you
I'm selling metal chains
A lasting dark investment
A purchase that remains
I'm selling what you're wanting
The danger, so alive
I'm giving you a deal
The one you won't survive
This is us swapping places
Just swipe your card on me
Take this secret burden
A gift to you from me
Feel as tho' I'm going to the dogs
it's almost time to pop my clogs
kick the bucket chuck it in
call it a day take a spin
and shuffle off this mortal coil
be released from worldly troubles and toil
buy the farm and bite the dust
or cash in my chips if I must
when D-Day dawns (it's not that far)
a big bang send-off will be my last hurrah
but it's no joke
as should I croak
who will miss me
when I'm long-gone
for no matter where on earth I am
I don't fit in I don't belong
oh well easy come easy go
whether up in smoke or down below
My title - the culmination of a recent ad on TV
from a company well-respected in my home town.
They offer a nonpareil chance for those who think "free".
I take issue, feel vouchsafed and venture to frown.
"No interest, No payments for twenty-four months"
Enjoy the wide-open window of opportunity.
A bit incredible which makes one suspicious at once
this sugary-sweet offering must have finer print to see.
It brings divinity to mind, remember that puffy treat
made of whipped egg whites and sugar, maybe pecans.
Unsubstantial candy, so-named to sound so sweet --
My advice, be sure you check out all the pros and cons.
"We don't want your money!" (at least for right now)
"Go buy a pony!" how whimsical does that sound?
Ponies need space, 1-2 acres at least and lots of chow;
or you can board them at costs which truly astound?
I've gone on long enough about commercial fare.
A rarity once in a blue moon, too good to be true;
hidden catches and scams are out there everywhere.
It's the teasing of viewers with proposals beaucoup.
because I find them
on the trees
and decorating
this time of year,
when we need color
the most.
I pull and pluck
my favorites
and bring them home
delicately,
trying to keep them happy,
vibrant and perky
until I can stick them
in a tall glass of water
for me to smile at
and wonder over
tomorrow.
Ah, I love you Dogwood.
Little white hope
in a blossom.
If I could, I surely would spend time to buy my time back.
I would bribe it away, gladly give time all time I’d saved.
To hush time’s clock and hurts from all it stole from me,
I’d liquidate my time bonds and time earning stocks.
From the government to bread, false doctrine is fed
that time is for growing dimes to elsewhere bestow.
My soul longs for remote, a dwelling simple, a garden
ample, breathing without time strangling or mangling.
As time's slave, I must behave when it ends deep sleep
to summon me, ‘up, press and stress you working pawn.'
I sold time's possible joys when I enrolled in the goals
of a two-car-mortgage-anxiety-variety-cargo show.
Raised to believe responsibility was the surest path
to fulfilment availability, I neglected my own math.
I didn't try a pencil but hopped traditional boxed squares
and one by one I landed on time squares aloof, never fair.
Time gave my baby’s first “I love you” away at daycare,
a vague recipient, like the vague I paid causing the incident.
Time given that I might prosper fostered so much lack that
if I could, I surely would spend time to buy my time back.
I looked into the mirror
and realised we pull the strings
Rich men dance to our demands
We must buy cheap
Cheap products full our shopping carts
We create the demand
Like puppets on a string
We pull the strings as rich men dance
Employment leaves our city's
As rich men learn
The people want cheap
The rich men learn
They can supply cheap
Move your factory
Into another county
Pay low wages and you can sell cheap
Little Johnny has no job
Because the elite
Follow the path we create
24 eggs boiled hard
And halved
One big flat pan
1 stick of butter
Melt add eggs
Open faced down
Add 2 Tablespoons of minced garlic
Sprinkle onion power over 1 T
Sprinkle 5 Tablespoons of breadcrumbs
1 teaspoon of cayeene
3 tablespoons of parseam cheese
6 tablespoons of cream cheese
1 cup of sauteed mushrooms
2 cups of shredded mozzarella
3 t of parsley
5 T of sour cream
Hear in covered pan until cheese is melted
Five to twelve minutes.
Top with hollandaise
And bacon bits
If I purchase this plaid skirt
I wil look adorable
and be pursued by a man in love with me
We will lie on the edge of excitement above cars
lovingly kissing, and I will be pursued by others
yes, I shall buy it for sure
because then I will become young again too
I buy vegetables
lettuce, celery, parsley, radishes,
planning to eat them, to get healthier
so that my colon will smile
I plan to drink twelve glasses of water a day
in actuality, I do not drink more than one third of a cup of H20
I reach for chocolate milk, caramel latte, peanut butter cookies
Frisky frosted brownies will not eat themselves.
There is nothing sadder than a moldy frosted brownie.
These two Milky Way bars are yelling my name.
I have to throw the vegetables out after they start stinking.
My body gives me no credit for good intentions.
So overfed, the nice salesman said,
"You clipped my wings, oh how they bleed, Ed."
Low overhead, so we spent our bread,
On many things, we never needed!
Hallowed
are the dreamers
that sit
along the rails
To watch the trains
go rolling by
for places
left unveiled
Hallowed
the anointed
unpunched
their tickets clean
To see through eyes
that time can’t buy
true islands
— in the stream
(Dreamsleep: August, 2025)
They say money can't buy happiness
, but it sure can patch that hole in the roof.
Or a fat neck ring or your dream dress
Or a tanker of gas -a new set of whitewalls
get you to a vision that you've never been to.
Tell me the truth, are you happy
with that naked old maid's finger or that dated-frayed dress.
They say money can't buy love or happiness
but it can buy a teaspoon of attention
a bit of bling to cover chronic loneliness.
Tell me the truth, are you happy being broke all the time
Debt hovering like a twitchy witchy blade
over a sweaty neck that's not worth a dime.
Money will buy your heat, pills, and A.C
With that being said:
Money can't buy sunshine or time
it may get you an airy oceanfront home
but someday that bipolar wind's going to blow
and money will never weave wings to the soul.
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