laborious.

celebrating labor by laboring?
i doo-doo that, duders.
like it or not,
movie checks don't take holidays...
you want 'em?
you have got to earn 'em.
fact.
no helping handouts for would-be wealthy ones.
y'know what that means?
yuuuuuuuuuuuup-
all flippin' day long,
i tattbombed like an EXPERT,
loud, hard, fresh, and brutally barbaric.
if i've gotta spend a long weekend working,
then the thunder and lightning-striking have got
to be the brought to bear.
bared teeth and claws, even.
like a battle-beast blaster,
brute force zapping and warcrying until the job is done.
appointed times and places,
at the studio, in the skin, in the woodsly goodness.
labored A*
that's how i'm feelin' at day's end.
***********
neighbors,
it's raining like a dirty deluge,
and it still hasn't cooled off enough to make
breathing in and out any easier.
it's all labor, today.
rain makes vacationers flee the hills for southern climes.
it's deserted, my ninjas.
a late summer ghost town-type situation.
this was it,
and it was rained out.
sorry about your cookouts, meatholes.
yard sales?
nope.
we're reppin' the venal vestiges of summertime.
we're still here, kids.
it's all really happening,
concentric smoke rings and circles of spirit and memory-
fall is fast approaching,
and the last grab at sweet moolah has been made.
until tomorrow.
the weekend for real ninjas is here;
never quiet, never soft.....