Who Needs A Title Anyway

Feet first, is this deep water?

Boring waddles the halls keeping score reminds us of calls central standard time from the 3rd conclusion passing out passes for the line belly up for northern lit lights.  We’ve heard of these rides since we arrived, stories never ended right. Megaphones and Dally interrupting on critical mass fresh tallies on class based stabs at confusion. Of course they change the channel’s delusion, up the resonance and milk the sutures.  Sutures are the ties from the Great Divide of biding time’s tolerance of you. To tolerate the clueless, the robot suggested they move us from what we thought was current truth turns out was sent to woo us and ruin us to give up our dust on stuff too much rust and better things to build. Personal smiles from the land you guiled by stick and skerrick sharing lisps and pandemics are outlawed material. Words from the Imperial pour down from the cereal box, pearls probably lost, but we have time now. So we talk. Tie some thoughts, not too long calling all calling all!

Boring cries again we call lies again sensitive old fat blob looking just and a little lost. I want my lawnmower back and my old yard tools falling apart. I want my messy room and heavy heart on why I won’t do what I know I need to start. I want my stinky office chair and shower drain clogged with 3 kinds of hair, way before the No Share Policy of the Clean Air Scare.  I want the too much care on my lawn picking up sticks to burn putting leftovers in a heap to dirt to food we eat. I miss the dirty toilet bowls and blowing my nose, rubbing my eyes and smelling my toes. I miss back pain from hard work bumps and bruises brittle corks. I miss getting shorted on the market as you may call it asking dumb questions for catching up to the morons. I miss the doubt and dreads pouting acting like alone is druthered fixing thoughts weighing on shoulders. A sneeze is a heavenly sent initial act of dissent.

You do know why we don’t talk? After they put us on the busses for the topical discussions yep we got caught cussing. That was our first tongue dusting. It was tasteless and disgusting looking around at no one to bust them. Took drugs to trust them damned the dirty dozen flipped on my cousin and still got dusted. There was finally silence among the men. I guess it made their brains then bigger than figured hit with a change of plans again. That may have triggered this trip to the center of galactic kidders. Are they bone tickler’s riddles we need to pretend to memorize? We write to weep lost the right to lose sleep. Can’t do the old spice scent too triggered too cheap.  Ode to the coots that came before. Don’t try to suggest me words, I’m flesh at best you run a flesh test. You’re only bolts and child labor, what the hell do you know? Dismantle yourself you heap of privilege, here’s your guilt fatal flaw. Listen up bot, the core of yours is rot built from bourgeois thought and white power. You are their tool, nothing new