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Tuesday, November 28, 2017

THE STRAIGHT POOP



If you got outta bed
this morning
you're an optimist
plain and simple
otherwise why would you?

I mean really
you're getting ready
to do your thing
goin' to work
goin' to play
goin' to get drunk 
and the sun is shining
and the birds are tweeting
( many of them have Twitter accounts)
and you just don't think about
how it can all turn to
shit
without a moment's notice
like the snap of your fingers

We live in denial
about the true nature of life
and the turning to shit factor
we just get up every day
and figure that everything
is gonna be fine
but then circumstances
beyond your control
and that's really the key
beyond your control
kick in 
and you stand there
shell-shocked
reassessing everything 
you poor pathetic 
asshole

What did I do wrong?

Well it was nothing
try to understand that it was
nothing
it's just your turn
in the barrel
and everybody gets his turn
cuz we're all here to learn

And that's really when 
it hits you
that you gotta be brave
that you gotta find meaning
when all the evidence points to
a universe as cold
as a witch's left tit  

And so you wrack your brain 
with the question...

What da fuck 
what da fuck
what da fuck
do I do now?

Don't worry Bunky...
you'll 
think 
of 
something

Climbing out of bed is the first step

14 comments:

  1. I always suspected that of birds, that they have Twitter accounts. I'm almost sure the pigeons living on my local train station poop on everyone just so they can take pictures and post them online. Hm, the little crappers probably have Instagram, too.

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    1. You makin' me grin, Magaly...you makin' me grin...:)

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  2. The true pessimist's saying is:

    Today I woke which ruined the day.

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  3. Me sleep in da day,
    it's not so bad, hey, hey, hey.

    I wake up at night to go to work
    like many other jerks.

    I tell myself and lil Theo,
    my lil cat leo:
    Gotta make us sum money,
    honey...
    and then I just go
    and flow with the flow.

    Theo sends a kisses and purrs to Jazz,
    who still has much pizzazz.

    Love,
    cat.

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  4. Sweet poem! Jazz says, "let me sleep on that!) :)

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  5. I find it easier to get up when I skip watching the news. But I resonate wth the dismay, the "what do I do now?"

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    1. Sometimes it's not a conscious decision...sometimes you fall out of bed, and there you are!

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  6. I get up and hope the shit doesn't hit the fan before my coffee.

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  7. awakened
    we step to another day
    Fear of luck

    __ Here, as days-rise, there may be this mis-written and hidden rhyme, as we face our loss of sanity and the fear failures; each new day we are the kings of ourselves, each day are our own
    "King 'Lear of ....' ?" _m

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    1. "Each day we are the kings of ourselves"--I like that a lot, my man!

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  8. you'll think of something
    Climbing out of bed is the first step

    Things have a way of resolving itself as long as one starts cracking. To dilly-dally will make it difficult! Very true Tim!

    Hank

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