Thursday, 11 January 2018

scooby

open monkeys sit on doorsteps wondering why the peaches haven't been harvested yet and also, why no one has picked a juicy one for a test drive
[common doorstep]
in box form, print daylight times ten, jobs are done and go back to the dressing cage, renfro and cletus oil mine hollywood
bring back molly ringwald for her misadventures via television wave length, they don't want us talking about
cheddar cheese for lunch and breakfast, singles, day in day out, must lose 15 pounds, must train my body into a machine, no words nothing, just a body and soul while my spirit is getting pummeled by some heavyweight champion of the world, holographs of Muhammed Ali and even Marciano
reveal yourself but not too much for the cameras are always watching
slick standby jet plane mayhem monster makeup ghetto green
i standby for the plane that never arrives, drinking juleps with press conference boys in the airport drudgery of a saloon themed bar.
cater to the kids and the parents will have to buy it, stop wasting time and give them a million now
that's the cost of just a little chance of immortality we have left
our essence into existence makes sure that somewhere, someplace your being is awake somewhere, wandering around in a tadpole swimming upwards downtown
genius callouses on the bottom of your foot make you step down like a wannabe horse trainer on the last bet of the Kentucky Derby
answers no one has, for questions no one asked
i thought i lost my anima but i didn't as i try to type this out
at 30, each of us mold into the body that will be most likely similar to the rest of your life
mocking catering feasting oh lord, what a pig you are, but i haven't had a meal in 3 days
curses and voodoo and the dodo bird walking off the cliff without any commotion
jambalaya soup and fresh tea for those who wait and pay the sir a dollar for a plate of food
saves lives, keeps the needy out of the cold, and into a place of caring and sympathy
the phone number is on the front of the phone but no one calling it and the kitchen's on fire and no one noticed but they finally doused it in water and everything is okay now
cackles from the restaurant drive folks to silence their rib fest extravaganza at the local fair food truck wondering if scooby doo has a scooby snack for us
hanna barbara land  and the ghoster coaster
a childhood lived
and never forgotten

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