GAZING THROUGH THE GRATE
Like a stream of arched golden liquid, the morning sunshine "urinated" all over the sewer dweller’s face.
A SAILOR’S LIFE FOR ME
I’d like to be in the belly of a ship singing chantey songs because you could poop your pants right then and there and laugh uproariously. And later on you could hum the songs and pee your pants.
Imagine you were a hoarder who at the end of your life stumbled upon an item thought long ago discarded by your family because it was "worthless." There, now you can die with no regrets.
FOR THEY ARE WELL VERSED
Do not stroll into a small town bar,
and argue against saving broken appliances for parts.
You have a lot to learn about this town.
THE HAS-BEEN; A POEM
Do you know
who you never hear about anymore?
The Lindbergh baby.
Talk about wasted potential.
TALES OF DESTRUCTION
As I sat on the shore I considered the endless stockpiles of weapons of mass destruction looming in former Soviet Union countries. Turning to admire my freshly caught 16 pounder in the cooler, I thought, "I am the weapon of bass destruction."
A SIMPLE CLICHÉ?
I think the phrase, "Don't count your chickens before they hatch," masks the true despair of chicken miscarriage.
A MAN OF FEW WORDS
I've found women are often attracted to a man of few words, until they're told the actual number of words you know, no matter how low that number may be.
THE WINDS CHIMETH
I like to stand at my neighbor’s back door and gently blow on their wind chimes. They lie in bed thinking, “The wind does not blow, and yet the chimes let forth their sound. What whimsical magic is afoot?” Tis I, thy neighbor. Go back to sleep.
THOUGHTS ON INSECURITIES
When I think of all the insecurities people have I think my favorites are the ones related to the butt.
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