duders,
it gets said every time,
and it makes absolutely no difference
in the downward direction each and every day takes.
that's that wishful thinking and silly speaking
that spreads across all the rest of the empty squares
on my calendar to plead with secret plans for leniency.
it hasn't worked yet.
not once.
awwwwwwww.
and yet, i still say it.
two times.
in a row.
every first and foremost day of each and every month.
that's just because i doo-doo what i do,
and i don't stop,
but i also recognize the velveteen pretend-type jauns
that come hand in hand with holding out hope
for a reversal of misfortune.
huh?
yeah.
hard times stay hard,
hard styles don't let up,
and hard hearts don't soften,
no matter how many times you speak the magic word.
whether it's rabbit, or abracadabra,
or please.
mmm-hmmm.
you only get the time you get, neighbors.
y'know who makes the most of that?
yeah!
teleport:
no wasted motions-
sprout, spore out, shrivel up, and rot.
smart.
***********
y'all ever see asparagus seeds?
well,
you have now:
you know how it goes, kids-
nature wins.
*
there's dust and gas over there,
us over here,
and good and bad luck in the middle;
never quiet, never soft.....
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