Creak, creak
I hear the boards speak
The wolf is running about
Don't wiggle
Stifle that giggle
Never let the air out
Little girls learn
How to quickly discern
The choppy river in motion
It crawls, then falls
Into fragmented balls
Reaching for the magic potion
The smell of cedar
Damp chicken feeder
Pinches nerves in a knot
Just trying to live
Through pain that gives
Innocence a black thick blot
I hate sound
That surrounds
The mirrored soul with glue
I'm tired of healing
The huge onion always peeling
Layers of skin to sinew
Written by Trudy Schrader on 05-28-2026
MAIN STREAM PRO
Championship wrestling
offered several active and former
world Champions
deals to perform
they wanted to bring Competive wrestling
back.
It is centered on performance
and Wrestling.
From huge in staure and crowd drawing ability.
Stars compete in wrestling matches
with less interview and show.
It streamlined and based on ability and performance.
They named a company Champion
and gave him contention
and then the promoters got involved and use the draws to
to make mainevent quality matches
while startups and seasoned performers
competed for the attention of both audeince and propmoters.
Audance- Pro style is being devolped to accomadate the style and look of
the show.
Her
Her brainless has it all
Her blindness hinders all
Her selfishness has no bounds
Her ears listen only sounds
Her intelligence left on train
Her self-esteem washed by the rain
Her perception lies in shadow
Her greetings are shallow
Her mouth tight as a drum
Her benevolence, a crumb
Her jealousy you can touch
Her talent not too much
Her surroundings mucky
Her situation very lucky
He’s afraid of losing
So, she continues using.
David Cox 07/06/22
1930s Dirranbandi Mucky eye fix
Coming back from bloody Cobar,
where the dust storms used to blow,
came the mucky eyed with Sandy Blight,
as the mucky eyed do go,
back in the thirties - forties,
Ning-a-Ning Joseph saw em, hah,
When ole man Wise took to fixing,
Mucky eyeballs, yes bloody sah!
Widdle in a bottle, swirl the mixture, sweet delight,
Add a little drop of Ainaseed, to kill the smell orright,
Splash it on the eyeball, let it trickle tickle there,
Just a widdle bit of seeing,
Till yer sight was bloody fair,
The mucky eyed no longer gummed up, & eyelid red,
just the trickle on the eyeball, fixed the mucky yucky head,
Ole wise was up 4 sainthood at the Black stump water hole,
A widdle bit of widdle cleans the eye and soothes the soul?
Don Johnson
Wish I was one of those mucky mucks
Like the ones that are running the show
Could do as well as those guys up there
Though I'm simply a 'run of the mill' Joe
With power comes a lot of temptation
Like the deals they make under the table
They say that absolute power corrupts
That's not one of your Aesop's fables
Things can change when you reach the top
When greed rears its ugly head
It clouds a person's perspective on life
Most important, the greenback instead
Mucky mucks have big scads of cash
And reside in expensive abodes
Are they really happy, really content
Any more than us 'run of the mill' Joe's
Some may say yes and some may say no
They're just people like you and me
Souls who've wandered off course in life
They've forgotten the importance of 'we'
Wish I was one of those mucky mucks
Naw, on second thought maybe not
Much rather be happy than stinking wealthy
Content with what I've saved in a sock
© Jack Ellison 2012
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