Don’t tell me what to say
Unless you think you have your hand up my ass
My maker gave me a mouth, and I damn well will use it myself
Maybe you can make others turn their heads and move their arms to your whims
Yet you will never make me your wood-headed puppet, you ….
Heatwave sent summer shimmers flowing down the black pavement
Yet those crashing waves offered no respite from the oppression
Determined to find relief, she struggled with the large retaining nut
Realizing it was too tight, she called out for help
And yet no one came to the rescue because a firetruck came around the corner
Now she was scared that she was going to be in big trouble for even considering such a thing
That was assuaged when they pulled out an even bigger wrench and viola the water flowed
Giving a toss of the dice, he closed his eyes
And projected the vision he needed as he heard them hit the table
Maybe if he truly believe, his luck would decide to work
But belief and seven bucks would buy him a venti latte at Starbucks
Looking at the pips he shook his head dejectedly. He’d have to go to work tomorrow
Except it wasn’t time to leave yet. He pulled out the last of his bankroll
Can I please have them all?
Or at least the ones that I don’t have yet?
Let me assure you, I will keep them forever.
Loving the ability to know I have everything.
Except the really really expensive ones.
Can’t afford to get those…. yet.
That will be an acquisition in the future.