come in, don’t be shy,
we got dreams on sale,
two for one prayers,
and a mop for hell.
we got blue candles,
red cups, fake gold,
lip gloss for grief,
when the mirror turns cold.
need birthday plates?
need balloons that lie?
need happy in foil
when rent due by five?
we got that too.
aisle three got pride,
aisle four got glue,
for the parts of your life
that keep breaking through.
we got bleach for blame,
Fabuloso for shame,
something sweet for the stink
of a man with no name.
don’t touch the flowers,
they shed when you cry.
don’t ask if they real.
real things tend to die.
but plastic stays bright,
and candles still burn.
you came here for cheap,
but look what you learned.
no refunds, baby.
check the sign.
shop till you drop,
we close at nine.
In younger days we booked a trip
And never gave a thought
To reasons we might cancel
And what refunds would be sought.
We rarely took insurance,
Health was not a big concern
And we never worried ‘bout the need
To suddenly return.
But age has made us cautious;
Carefree travel makes no sense
And by reading all the fine print,
Suddenly I’m on the fence.
Do we take a chance and go
Because our time is ticking fast
Or get stuck in the minutiae
‘Til the options have all passed?
The real purpose of the visa tourism
Is the humiliation of the guests
Its “us and them” post tribal atavism
The applicants are treated like suspects
The so called survey list interrogates
Some questions that can't be rationalized
To play a reason to pass through the border gates
Despite prejudice that you are crimnalized
The papers you submit might look suspicious
They may refuse you with “I am not satisfied”
Refunds are not provided, you’re fictitious
And anyway, a fool that tried to lie
It turns to be a huge list of rejections
It gives an argument to blow the world away
But I won’t press that button, waiting for objections
If more objections they would like to say.
The sky didn’t open—you did.
That’s what He said.
And suddenly, silence stopped pretending it was empty.
Eyes locked to an alien like it was trendy—
But the alien was memory, dressed in something friendly.
A silent scream’s polka-dotted bow tie is world-endly.
He offered me a mirror wrapped in a question gently.
It read:
“If you’ll let me? Lay still and let me rock your world.”
But I had earthquakes in my chest I never learned to hurl.
I don’t know if he got my letter,
but I sent one back—
Written in breath,
sealed in a panic attack.
It read:
“If I am the curtain…
then who pulled me back?”
Illusory energy, you steal my thunder,
Turned me into static so you’d feel like wonder.
Truth knits a sweater of desire,
But leaves the tag on, tangled in the wire.
Return policy reads:
“No refunds for souls that chose silence over schemes.”
This curtain is yours,
when you return to your dreams.
Just knock twice
on the seam
where the fabric still breathes
Shoppers beware!
The end of the world sale starts now
Buy if you dare!
Won't make a difference anyhow
Handle with care!
There will be no refunds allowed
It isn't fair!
I'm always the last in the crowd
Their vacation ruined, Disneyland closed, Minnie was having a bad "ear" day.
Cannot sense the time
There's no need to report
And nothing's left to find
For the days are now too short
No one did remain
To see the final act
The author went insane
When his Face book page was hacked
Curtains have come down
No encore has been called
No refunds will be found
Since the ticket sales had stalled
Actresses have cried
They're quickly unemployed
No sympathies supplied
For the careers destroyed
Doors have been boarded
The streets are empty now
Old flyers are hoarded
Though not worth much anymore
History will fade
From this old part of the town
Mem'ries been waylaid
Since Broadway had been shut down
"Be not careless in deeds, nor confused in words, nor rambling in thoughts." (Marcus Aurelius)
In certain moments, less is more.
It's regarded as a cliche,
but when you think hard about it,
it is true in many cases.
I'm not thinking in terms of wealth-
in certain moments, less is more.
Imagine a boring topic,
now someone rambles on about-
tax refunds, software management-
a bacterial infection.
In certain moments, less is more.
It will benefit everyone.
Think back to middle and high school-
your math teacher talking about
their lunch, then algebra, then pens.
In certain moments, less is more.
If you want to sign up for the Jupiter mission
Here is the catch: you have to be serious.
And you have to have $100,000 you are willing to lose
Because if the space ship blows up,
Or if the expedition is cancelled,
Of if the sponsor takes the money,
There are no refunds.
Only two people signed up.
A mother and son.
Who could not read the small print
Where all of this stupidity was printed.
My love is non negotiable
It comes as is
There is no bartering or discount
It is comes whole ,no damaged bits
There are no returns or refunds
Once it’s yours….you keep
So take very good care of it
My love does not come cheap
It’s not a short term item
To treat with complacency
It’s a prize possession
With a lifetime guarantee!
Once you have my love
It is yours forevermore
It will never be anothers
Or for sale in another store!!
earth life tests
every time
loyal friend
we signed up
just for this
no refunds
it’s a dream
so enjoy
while we’re here
23-February-2023
Tricube
I’m opening a factory,
Recruitment starts today,
I’ll describe you the Person Spec.
Send me your resumee.
You have to have experience,
Of doing magic tricks,
And no exaggeration,
How you use your magic sticks,
For ours is a wand factory,
With each a special touch,
They’ll all work very well,
But don’t rely on them too much.
The manufacture’s easy bit,
The black with a white trim,
But putting magic into them’s
Not just done on a whim.
You have to have some power,
You can use and then pass on,
Cos we don’t offer refunds,
From the factory once they’re gone.
Each power is acceptable,
Working here, you’ll get fond,
You’ll make some lives get better,
As you make each magic wand.
And if they are misused at all,
Then each one we’ll retrieve,
And we will only employ those,
Who in them do believe!
Complete your application form,
Try hard to impress me,
You can use David Blaine or Merlin,
As your referee!
There is one stipulation,
That the wands can’t be used for,
They can’t be used for COVID,
Because Trump would claim the cure!
Into the sandbox
Come the flappers and the seekers
Like puppets on strings
Dancing to their own childish whims
The profiler watches
As they think they sing
The poison in their stories a piercing ring
Like chess moves, piece by piece
Slowly
From a blank slate
We see the wrong turns inflicted at childhood
Them thinking they are so misunderstood
Sandbox babies
Making sandstorms
Proclamations of their righteousness
Even as they commit both big and petty sins
Narcissistic egos purchasing mirrors at IKEA
So they can stare at their own opinions
Locking their minds in the open mirrored box
No refunds
At Camden Yards in Baltimore,
The Orioles will play,
The White Sox from Chicago
Their opponents for today.
But players will not hear the cheers
Of all their rooting fans.
For ticket holders, refunds wait,
A crimp put in their plans.
‘Cause Baltimore’s in riot mode
And so the call was made
To ban the fans but for the teams,
Their game won’t be delayed.
They’ll bat and run and steal and slide
To silent empty seats,
With no one there to cheer or boo
Or care which team defeats.
This situation’s a surprise
And many just don’t buy it,
But emptiness is better than
A predetermined riot.
Tax Time
File by April 15th,
avoid penalty and interest.
Declare all income from:
gainful employment
investments
state refunds
poker winnings
bingo winnings
jury duty
or even if you sell your old jalopy
to your cousin.
But your losses are not fully deductible,
must be reduced or prorated,
spanning future years.
There are limits, you know -
and those limits - well,
tax credits apply to others,
in every case . . .
you've exceeded the limit.
So dig deep . . . and pay up.
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