“Looking for a lift, my kind driver”
“Yes, that’s my job. Hence why I’m here with my car.”
“F me. I was hoping for more of an emotional pick me up.”
“That can be arranged. Get in and I’ll take you on a happy journey. Let me tell you about my cats…”
(This is a continuation of the story started in Happy, the previous poem)
She didn’t feel the smile she wore.
Anyone else would be thrilled to double up their stack at the poker table.
Doing so when she knew he had blundered made her cry a bit inside. She wasn’t cut out for this.
Searching for conspiracists to spread the word
To make sure the world knows the truths
Of mysteries and magic, of history and the future, of the real and the surreal
Rascals and damsels, princesses and princes, paupers and millionaires
You up for the challenge? All you need to join is to pick up a book and read.
An army to the east and another to the west
That made his position in the middle very problematic
The command had told him to flee and save as many of his troops as he could
And that was tempting, but this was the small town his wife had grown up in
Couldn’t leave her family and friends to become at most a footnote in history
Knowing it was futile, he gave the order to charge. Maybe it would give them enough time to escape.
Chucking the little black nuggets onto the embers of the fire and soon they burst into flame
Outputting more heat to warm up the chilly cabin
And to think people called him a dinosaur when he burnt his favorite fuel
Look, he was just freeing his spiritual ancestors’ souls in exchange for warmth
So many wires going here and there
More than what is needed right now, but you want to be ready for the future
Oh I know it can get confusing, but that’s okay
Keep track of everything right up here in my big old brain
Except I forgot and now the smoke alarm is going off. Damn!
*a semi-fictitious tale. There was no smoke in my case. lol
“Do you prefer blinds or shades?”
“Really it’s a toss-up, though my cats prefer blinds”
“Ah, I see. Is it because they love to peer through the slats?”
“People like to think that. No, it’s because they like to break off the ends”
“Entropy and gravity. The study of feline physicists everywhere.”
Beating up on the game controller
As he hit all the buttons to try to win the game
Sometimes it worked, but most of the time he lost
However, it didn’t make a difference. He still had fun
The sky is the limit
Really, everything is coming up roses
Except, of course, when it’s all burning down
Now that’s when everything is just going to hell
Don’t worry, it will all be just fine
Selling pieces of his soul was the only way he could get ahead
They were not large pieces, but they all added up
Outside everything was fine, but inside, the echoes of who he had been became a cacophony
Relegating his self-worth into moral bankruptcy
Eventually, he ran out of product, closed up shop, and faded from memory
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