Unless it's an Indian gift from the karmic sky-gypsies
it’s not going to last.
Maybe you have lots of it,
but sooner or later
the 'told you so' pigmy bobble-heads of Mu
will make it known to you
that they are watching your every distracted move,
and their taking receipts
back to long abandoned thrift shops.
Amazon's plastic chop suey
will keep you spinning in circles like a drunk skunk.
The very wealthy flush it 2 times
just to clear their own much trapped crap.
Stuff is also for the downtrodden masses,
who renovate it to fit their cramped lifestyles.
In the end it’s all utter clutter
that digs the captive soul
deeper and deeper.
Best to gather together what no one wants
then wait,
until inevitably -
they do.
I think that I have never seen
a thing as vexing as a computer screen
Page after page I type and type
then one wrong click, out they’re all wiped
System won’t let me upload and submit
I’m about to lose my wits
And when I download a doc, it’s impossible to save
Damned system will send me to an early grave
So, I’ve thrown the whole kit-and-kaboodle out the window*
Only now, where did my candles and matches go…
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*replacing computer files with manual files, in a file cabinet.
I grew tired of those Montana mountains
was ready to give up that life for good
So I packed up my kit and kaboodle
and headed off to a new neighborhood
They loaded me onto this cattle car
went flying faster’n poop through a goose.
Then we skidded down in New York City
the place that is famous for their big fruit
That place was supposed to be all fast paced
I could hardly wait to see all the sights
But after three hours in the taxi
hadn’t found the place I was staying the night
As I was riding in that yellow car
the man said unemployment was real high
I was pretty sure he was joshen’ me
there‘s ‘help wanted’ at each place we went by
If there’s one thing I learned about that trip
if I should again get the itch to roam
I’ll just tuck my money into my mattress
cause it’s best to just keep my butt at home
Are through the roof!
We can always eat cat or
dog food!
Meow, meow! Woof, woof!
Add spices, salsa and noodles.
The whole, yummy kit and kaboodle.
~I hereby name it~
…Socialist Spam Stroodle……
At least we had our glorious puncture.
Chowing down now...at Fauci Juncture!
10/15/2021
Will post tomorrow ??
Romeo loved his "kit-and-kaboodle",
Kept it clipped like a champion poodle
But a glitch in his gland ...
Meant the thing would not stand
So it hung from his gut like a noodle ...
Juliet was as cold as a freezer
A limp noodle served only to tease her
Without some stiff magic
Prognosis seemed tragic ...
For her Romeo just couldn't please her!
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