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…Dunder Mifflin
actions not mortifying
suddenly
the voice of a sportscaster
erupts
with the time of day
giving
the time of day
quarterly
…Mash
not a lover’s quarrel
but
like Burns and Houlihan
together
to screw with “the cast”
…Priestly
but the devil
was tattooed on an arm
scaring
the hell out of us
causing
us to retreat
like boxers to our corners
…Hart
not sexual
but sleazy
an occasional liar
at
his desk, I
saw past his
Pinocchio nose
he’d
not get fired
but
our 9 to 5
was a little kinder
…Slater
but schemed
to make her own team
it
wasn’t Betty
that was ugly
…Me
for to be the boss
would mean
I’d have to drive
the machine
not
be sent off a cliff
…a novel opportunity
but
poetry
Science improves things, so they say,
can't prove it by me, take the clock
once it swung, and cockco's played
now it's silent, no tick or tock.
Old clocks clucked each tick and each tock
tongue to roof, they made a clapping.
Once they had arms and hands and locks
now they don't even aid napping.
Mum's the word with digital clock
zipped are those lips, no face, no brow
no sinister tock from Hook's Croc
no moon shaped face, no leaping cow.
Flashing red numbers, fanned peacocks
neon in trancers, with tin man hearts
lipless automatons in stock
toss them all from your K-mart cart!
Live I say get a grandfather clock
one with a face, two arms and heart
with a pendulum swinging tick tock
tick off the sleepers screw K-Mart.
My anger is starting to come out I'm done with this *****Yes I'm going to act all out But I won't quit for these words will hit
You are my damnation Just believe in me once For your no longer my foundation All of my emotions are hitting at once
I won't say it again get out of my face Make a move I dare you I hope you get lost in deep space For you are who all the guys screw
I don't know how much I can take For the redrum is making me think of murder You make me shake I hope I'm not awake
I have committed the unthinkable Still my anger is here I guess your unsinkable For karma is what I fear
With the wasp women on her heels
Thackray needed to cut a deal
In order to keep enjoying sorority gourmet prepaid meals
Taking a seat to watch Jay
She had a lot to say
This is not a late night stalk show
It is some sort of garage I don’t know
Taking a shot of Claret wine
Worrying about being declined
Spirit going right through
Like hammers to a screw
There had to be something she could do
To stay out of trouble
In her fantasy bubble
“Maybe if I find a collection
I will not get a rejection”
From Jay
Manipulating her way
Feeling very bold
That is how Thackray dealt with that goal
Reflecting upon her model acting when it was on a roll
Wolves displaced from their home
Wandering around all alone
Getting into the night
Stuck in the blades still in a fight
Until the final ticks on the clock
When the steel men gave Wolverhampton a shock
A reason to seek refuge in Burnley
Using a glass as a tour net key
Citizens knew it was time to stop the bleeding
When Royals from Newcastle stop by for a meeting
It turned into a goal oriented beating
Netting five feeling real cool
Attitude very high in the sky blue
Solidifying being ready for the champions’ league pool
Was this simply a predestination or one fate made true?
It all happened so fast, just as my eyes can blink from green to blue
Paper flowers unfolding; artificial growth of life's prose that show rhymes have nothing worthy or anew
Tampering with the speed of this time machine, I have lost the governor's screw
I'm shaken by how heavy this hammer hits, and then the bell rings as though it was threw
Maybe it's just the pointless pounding in my head or the hatred my heart has walked through?
The sun's getting really low now, while my memories are shaded from its view
Except for all the ones that you and I have faded to
If you're reading this, also know that I miss you
But like the fire I'm sitting by, my heart is broken, much like the sticks that started it; in two
The night is questionable, perhaps I am
Why don't it all go away for tonight to stay?
I have exhausting hours without the end
I have words without a voice to say
Because I want to travel tonight
I want it all to go and come away somehow
I want to be the center of light
I want to be here for tomorrow's yesterday now
I need to be clear that I'm unclear
I need to see what my eyes wouldn't otherwise
I need to be younger than a peer
I need a concealable truth in an inconceivable lie
I want to be free when I'm bounded
I want to be sound amongst the impounded
I want to hear music without movie
I want to watch movies and never be
I want to love without feelings
I want to be full without eating
I want to taste without biting down
I want to enjoy silence with a sound
I want to say things without being heard
I want to know things and be a nerd
I want to let go by pulling strong
I want to be alive without being born
I want to think without thoughts
I don't want to commit but I want to be caught
I want to tell you yes when you say no
I am hot when I am freaking cold
I want to fall down when standing tall
I want to ignore my loving mother's phone call
I want to be upset when I'm genuinely happy
I want a dysfunctional, disloyal, disapproval memory
I want to be impeccable to screw everyone up
I want to be incapable to be brimming proud
I want to die in all manner of disgrace
I want to be distinguished as a man without taste
I want to tell the world that I exist
And for everyone to be like me... they can only wish
I just want to say
Why do you want to be what you can only be?
Do you think a correct path is okay?
Do you think an incorrect path is a fated story?
I'm questioning the night now... I am
Because its dusk in my dawning relay
I am exhausting a helpless mind to an end
If I forget tonight's tomorrow, can I remember tomorrow's yesterday now so as to forget tonight's tomorrow for tomorrow's yesterday.
Plank or axle
Poem
Lionel Derbyshire
Two lad's halted child
And men mature bolted out
One chose the plank
The other the axle
They laboured hard
For the slog on commission
They had to do
They sweated all the year's
And ripened old.
They fathered two a child.
Their offspring
Two boys energized
After going out of school
And in a rut ..
One started doing things
Running about on how to put
Bread on the table
The other took
The drug's
Used bad word's
And lazed about
His mother's house.
The day before
Two lass stared
A mirror
And had to choose
Upon a apron or hairdo
The pinny lass
Lived a happy husband life
And fizzled like soda
The fussy lass
Used bad word's
In the dim and
Struggled all her life.
Their cub's
Soda and Pop
Two young men made
One a plank box
For the dead
The other loaded
The mass on his axle
One buried young
One laughed all the time.
Either plank or axle
Men has arm's
Arms and the man
Amen !
Constructed and manufactured
To make and assemble
Read the proverbs
The probity of good proginy.
In the Cain and Able
There can be gauntlet in the chronicle
And a taunt to the struggle
On how to make a living
One can carry a load
And many times
There on a bump
One would curse
The other carry on
And it is obvious
He who does .. wins
He who does not is lost
Either A
Plank or axle make ..
Bolt, nail, screw, weld and tighten
Just do it
And make a start
Life is a load
But not a liar
The scencelessness
Of unscentered
Aromatic sounds
Sussurational smoke
Key ness obfuskates
Obvious lee unsanitized
Thoughts – fill blank your
Self less lee shellfish
A float buzzes buy
Bye dove egg sun
Shy lull a buyer
Was here, lost
What plot there wasn’t
A thing she couldn’t
Undo festooned
Out go the unlit
Lights in side in
Tell a gentle man
Up the down
And outside spout
Gushed gobble
Dee me a racist?
Indiscriminal
Maybe, for sure
Screw me up
More, good unlucky
You won’t unsee
I ever showed
A neutrino stank
Elevator shafted
Son, turn back
Bee’s foretold
Exstinktion smells.
29th May, 2016
The undertaker at Butcher's Funeral Parlor received the dreadful call.
Seems old Senator Cheatum keeled over and succumbed at the local mall!
His untimely demise spurred the undertaker to set a series of events in motion,
To ensure that everything went smoothly with a minimum of commotion!
Senator Cheatum made prior funeral arrangements including the care of his cat.
He was to be interred in Glorious Sunrise Cemetery in a pleasant, shady plat.
Mr. Butcher, the undertaker, had to arrange for guys to excavate his grave,
So he collared three of the town's ne-er-do-wells, Arnold, Cletus and Dave.
He found them hanging out at Clyde's Saloon guzzling Old Milwaukee beers!
Those fellers had dug graves for dozens of townsfolk for years and years.
They loaded their shovels and a couple of cases of beer in Dave's pickup truck.
They figured on having the job completed before the sun set with any luck.
They measured the plat to a precise four by six and when all was ready,
Their elbows flew as they shoveled that hallowed clay, albeit, a bit unsteady!
They paused for a break every fifteen minutes or so to tap another brew.
As the grave reached the prescribed six feet, it grew more and more askew!
In their bleary-eyed state they weren't concerned about the esthetics of it all.
They just wanted to pack up their gear and head for Clyde's Saloon and Pool Hall.
They eyed their handiwork, drank some more and Cletus was heard to expound:
"Shucks, that old fart was so crooked that they could screw him in the ground!"
Robert L. Hinshaw, CMSgt, USAF, Retired
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It is hard living with asperges
Everything is black and white
Nothing is illogical
Day is day and night is night
You can not read emotion
You don't want to cause commotion
All you want is love and understanding
Not grief and people just demanding
It's hard to show compassion
It's the mind too a fashion
It's not lack of empathy
It's just that you cannot see
It's not a tantrum that's occurring
It's the mind that is over tuning
No point in saying get over it
It won't help just make us want to fit
We know what is right from wrong
To a point of an OCD
It's pretty much autism in form
But not knowing what is the norm
As a carer of someone with this fate
Show understanding and not hate
It's hard to know what to say
It all depends on that day
No negative vibe or attitude
This will make them clam up
Plenty of love and gratitude
They be at the top of the cup
So stop and think and wonder why
What has made them start to cry
Thier is a reason in thier head
Try and resolve this before bed
Now this isn't in every case
Before you screw up your face
This is just sufferers that I do know
I just want to help and show