I didn’t feel like running today
Some days I don’t—but I do.
I’ve never finished a run thinking,“I’m sorry I did that.”
I always feel empowered, powerful and ready to deal.
I have blisters on two toes but that doesn’t matter.
Pain is an administrative problem—I just wrap them
with paper surgical tape and run.
I also buy these 1" Polyurethane foam sheets (from Amazon),
that I cut to fit my feet—stuffing them in my socks for padding
—as if I were a professional athlete.
We don’t flinch beneath the heat, cold or rain,
and we don’t prevaricate or complain.
While I believe that life, otherwise, is pretty much nonstop compromise,
I reserve a protected territory for self-respect—where I practice small acts
of discipline—which I can track.
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Songs for this:
Born to Run by Bruce Springsteen
Somebody's Going to Get Into This House by Jane Wiedlin
For you? Anything. But it must be returned.
My heart is pretty much always in pieces.
If you can’t work a puzzle? Just walk away.
I tend to chase very dangerous photos,
capturing that dirt road just to get a buzz.
Boredom is something I cannot tolerate,
if you like it laid back? I’m not that space.
Handle with care unless it’s not the time,
be attentive and treat me appropriately.
I will eagerly give all I have for you to stay,
the caveat is you must want to possess me.
Withering away without an amorous touch,
fall hard for my seduction then take control.
It must be returned, but for you? Anything.
One day, my son asked me, "Which one of us do you love more?"
I grew uncomfortable and I looked down at the floor.
It was an answer that I didn't want to hurry.
He's an only child, so his question made me worry.
Could it be that once I dropped him on his brain,
or had I forgotten a child (which would have been insane)?
Should I tell him, "You have always been my favorite.
You should take satisfaction in that and savor it",
or should I be fair and diplomatically proclaim,
"I love all of my children pretty much the same"?
Perhaps, it would be more circumspect for me to say,
"I love each of you, in your own inimitable way".
I finally chose, "I love you more than any other child by far",
and he said, "Good - can I have the keys to the car?",
to which I replied, "It wouldn't be any bother,
except that I've already lent them to your brother".
Her chocolate: exquisite olfactory;
She is my flavor, imbibed;
A gorgeous woman, exactly;
Pretty much described –
those Connecticut crocks think they are too good for us
They look down their noses at me especially said Gus
They are snooty and snotty, their shoes are designer
I cannot stand to be around them; their son is a whiner
I was thinking the only whiner here was my cousin Gus.
But I did not say it, because I did not want a relative fuss.
Grandma invited the Connecticut crocks to Thanksgiving that year.
I actually found them to be delightful, insightful and pretty much dear.
Chrissie the angel had a hesitant song
every note out of her mouth was pretty much wrong
but she had been initiated into God’s chorus throng
so she did her best, but it was not long…..
The other members demanded God take her back out
They were vocal about it, some of them said this in a shout
God was not pleased they thought He had made a mistake
But He put her in charge of frosting a large wedding cake
The cake was a hit, Chrissie was great at food
She created other items too, putting God into a terrific mood
He took credit for years, pretending that He had known best
But I knew better, and so did all of the rest.
The burglar started out looking for computers and TVS
But along the way, he picked up a kitty named Breeze
Then he acquired a cat named Double Trouble.
She had sixteen kittens pretty much on the double.
Now he is known as the cat burglar man
Mother cats ring his doorbell as fast as they can
They drop their litters off on his front stoop too
At last count he was up to ninety-two
Qwerky McGurky family tree
how did it end up in the backyard with me?
I am not related; this fact cannot be overstated
at last count I noted there were twenty-three
a family reunion held once a year
they usually wait until we are not near
but this year we did not go on vacation
so here they are, in a Qwerky McGurky celebration
we thought you were gone, this is our happy tree
I was speechless, as you can pretty much understandably see
You are invited to be our honorary relatives, said the McGurky’s
I ran inside to ask my husband if that would somehow work-ee.
I seem to remember?
mr trump was doing
Away with such?
I't seems now forgotten
Pretty much.'
along came a flying pig, an October sight
which is pretty much only seen on Halloween night
He followed a brook, the full harvest moon, his only light
This pig was bright for sure, I mean fluorescent bright!
scrawny witch flew by and screamed out in fright
the pig laughed at her silly nervous plight
a wizard tried to change the pig into a knight
the pig laughed again and flew off into the night
Of the creepiest spookiest eeriest sights on Halloween
We decided the most terrifying one was the graveyard queen
Dressed in veil of a dead bride, perched next to grave stones
She was eerily creepy in ghoulish, garish ghastly gray tones
Many of us had been lured out here by an older brother
Warned not to go by our father, uncle and grandmother
Screaming that ensued gave the night a Halloween glow
As we thought of being grabbed, and pulled way down below
Best Halloween ever, we all agreed with each other
Glad we had not listened to anyone but our brother
The boys pretty much ran off, terrified of course
We girls rode back home on a headless man’s horse
my dog is
barkier than a cat
lickier than a rat
my dog is
walkier than a sloth
pick-uppier than a mammoth
my dog is
sniffier than a tiger
fetch-a-stickier than a zebra
my dog is
loyalier than a wild boar
affectionatier than a dinosaur
my dog is
biscuit-eatier than a hippo
waggy-tailier than a flamingo
and that’s pretty much my dog!
Which witch left this behind? We all asked with wonder.
The coach was fit to be tied, her voice sounded like thunder.
Approved witch wear meant stockings of red and white.
These colorful stockings were lovely, pretty much out-of-sight.
Do you think this striped hat was left by the same girl?
The coach asked this with a dastardly lip kind of curl.
We all kept our mouths shut, because we knew it was probably Wee.
She made our soccer team happy with her enthusiastic personality.
We have created a velvet gown for the Halloween queen
It is lovely and beautiful, just wait said my friend Fashion McQueen
I had to concur when I saw the concoction that he had created.
It was exquisite, more gorgeous than promised, pretty much underrated.
I didn’t want to be monkey in the middle
I play on the swings and chase girls when I was little
I don’t truly remember everything of my past
Temporary satisfaction doesn’t entirely last
I’m pretty much done with this world’s dark tune,
Telling me I can’t be myself completely
I’m pretty much the shimmering sun against the moon
Spelling out my name in the sand genuinely
I don’t mind at all, don’t mind at all
If you’re small or tall…I might just trust fall
Just give me a call…I’m barely on the ball
If you are standing against the wall
I’m trying to obey my heart
My mind is blank and torn apart
I’m crying all these tears away
One day, someday, we will see the dawn’s sunray
Sunrise…this is why I seek hope and happiness
Your eyes…this is why I keep positive more or less
Sunsets…the outlet of optimism comes and goes
Regrets…we all go through our highs and lows
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