Putting her unadorned baggy white dress on
Leaving so much to the imagination that it hurt to even try to fantasize anything about her
And piling her hair up under her uninspiring hat
It gave the world the perfect vanilla picture she craved them to know
Nobody would expect the wildness contained therein until it was too late
Every word he wrote on the paper was a bucket full of holes
Making them equally as worthless at holding anything inside
Perhaps he should just give up now and save the time and effort
Though it did make the lifting of each one easier in its own way
Yes, maybe he would haul of them into place now since it was easy and spackle it all together during rewrites
So, he looked for hidden meanings in everything around him
It made him paranoid he might miss something that would lead to a preventable catastrophe
Going through life on tiptoe meant that finding anything underfoot caused him to lose mental balance
Now if he only saw that earlier, he might have enjoyed what that foretold
She looked at her client perched on her couch. “Tell me again what’s wrong?”
He didn’t dignify her with a response.
“Really? You don’t want to say anything?”
It didn’t seem to alter his disposition. He closed his eyes to slits and stared at her
Now these were the times she wished she had thought about this if this was the right career for her
Knowing this, would she have not gone into cat psychology? Probably not. Mr. Butters left the couch and jumped onto her lap as if to seal the deal. Purrrrfection!
So it was time to work, but he didn’t want to
How was he supposed to do this for the rest of his active life
If he waited until he could retire, he would be too old to do anything fun
F his boss and all the talk about work-life balance
The fact that he punched the timeclock and not his supervisor was a miracle
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Filling his hotdog bun with condiments,
Randy showed his date his brilliant idea.
“As you can see, put all the stuff underneath, lubricating sides and bottom
Now you can’t drop anything out once you slip your wiener in,” he said.
“Know what? This date is over,” she replied as she stomped off.
She left him holding his meatless bun.
Can’t say something nice, you shouldn’t say anything at all?
Realize this is the biggest lie you have been fed all your life.
As if your opinion should be mitigated by some sort of empathy filter.
So you shouldn’t call out the stupidity slapping you in the face?
Shut up and sit down on that iron pole over there if you disagree.
Give me it all! I won’t leave anything behind.
Really, I am going to horde it all
Every single piece I can get my hands on
Everyone else might think that is obsessive
Doesn’t stop me, I think they’re just jealous
You think others really need chocolate? Nope, it’s all mine!
Being sick is no fun
Looking at your to-do list
And not having the energy needed to check anything off
How much longer till bed?
So much of the white stuff littered the ground that
No trace of anything else was in view
Obscuring the need to go anywhere else
While consuming hours moving it from one place to another
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