Oh Gravity, thou art a heartless little bitch aren’t thee?!
“I thought the whole point of growing older was to grow wiser, not wider! The first thing ain’t happening but the second one sure is! Goodness knows we are so lacking wisdom in this world, so what gives???” Gun Roswell
Oh Gravity!
I trusted you, ya know I thought we were the best of friends Forever I mean, heaven sent and all that jazz of a kink But ya sure fooled me, didn’t ya! Cause this ain’t no ship, friend or otherwise! And I’ll bet my shiny fat derrière you’re sitting out there somewhere Laughing your respective one off just ’cause I’m getting all the wider!
Didn’t I do all the things ya requested? Ya know, when I was so much younger and…. Well? Fasted, toned, honed, ran, whatever fad there was I did do to keep things… fit? Having them perky edges, standing rather than never around to sit?Starving more likely! No liquor, no snacks, no sweets, certainly less food… no nuttin’! Not one single good thing consumed, just illin’!
And so, finally, here is were I stopped The age slowly seeping in and I ain’t singing!
So yeah, wider!
Gravity, you’re now pullin’ me every which way Cannot seem to keep my body in one single shape?
Most days waking up with a loud huff and puff Feeling like a broken down collectable doll or some such Fitting each part to their constraints The shatnerish contraptions holding me together in on place Pulling, pushing, squeezing, nudging, whatever trick to simply fit! Finally managing to a somewhat of a human form Guess not really the regular or the norm
But what the hey! If I can still stand up straight, do the walk Then yeah, I beat you! At least for this day!
In the street corner A blue lonely bug Just wanted a hug Or a driver to take On a road trip near a lake
Painted in blues In all shades and hues She matched the skies But were her expectations too high For where could she find That one person so kind Now all she could do is cry
A little while later When all hope was almost lost A tiny girl in pig tails Turned up and stopped She asked the tiny car, Clearly very scared
“Why so sad The sun is shining clouds are blue Just like you Shouldn’t you be glad?”
The bug answered: “I am old It makes me cold Not fashionable Nor lovable Cannot find one soul Who would drive me To the lake or sea”
The little girl felt bad Then had an idea and laughed: “Have no fear I’ll drive you my dear Alone no more Neither sore”
She then hopped into the bug Luckily she was small because the bug was quite snug Driving together to the sunset Never each other going to let
“To tweet, to twat, to what the frack! Too many messages to send, too much time on the internets of things to spend, oh Twitter, thou art a heartless bitch!“ Gun Roswell
“Things, affairs, all of it, might be wrong, a lot of them are, but, giving up hope, was never an option, never part of the grand plan either. Was it?“ Gun Roswell
Hell just might be empty, with all them devils running amok in here!
“It’s hell out there! Surely we had some time to spare before it was about to happen I swear!” Someone exclaimed having taken a spun around the neighbourhood, having found it no fun at all.
“Have you seen the latest news?” Another one asked confused of the times. “It’s murder and mayhem for sure and that is the awful truth!”
“I don’t leave my house anymore. Just because it’s such a chore.” The third one chimed, certainly they were not feeling so fine. “Putting all them gear on, the armour or whatnot, just to feel safe and even then you cannot be sure.”
“The kids are all home schooled now, not that its of any use. Them all hanging on their game girls and fun stations, twatting about it all on the internets of things. Such misuse of the time. All of it wasted for sure. But the lure of it all is too much to ignore.” The mum from across the street shouted from the open window, never ever daring to leave her home.
“Truly is sad all of it. In the olden days, well, everything was so much sunnier, funnier, lighter and brighter. And now, it’s all such shades of greys.” A not so old person retorted to the others, from a safe distance but of course.
“Yeah, hell has certainly arrived to our small corner of the world. Then again, what did we expect with all them devils running around in our streets. But we did invite them here didn’t we?” And with that there was no rhyme to be seen, simply a comment of how things had turned out to be.
“That’s not a telephone box! That, is a Tardis from the tv show, you know the timer traveling doc one!” Gun Roswell
Phone home now, or call Dr Who!
The two archaic yet gorgeous monuments still standing tall, on the street corner there by that building available for the big and small, lasting us all. from the past till the very beyond…
Huh?
What’s it called?
A muu-seuum of sorts?
Maybe?
Yeah and those two glass boxes with a steel frame?
Right there in front?
Something I heard were used to cater to people making telephone calls around the very clock?
Those kind of retro thingies of sorts, you know insert a coin to phone home or then make it collect for mama to pay?
Well, heck no!
Those kind of boxes are props!
They are imaginary and used in movies or tv!
You see!?
It’s the exact same box, which that one Doc, you know the one on the famous tv show?
No?
What are you ignorant?
Everyone knows the Doctor.
Doctor Who.
Oh yeah!
In know that one, great show!
And I remember the box too.
But wasn’t it blue?
Whatever!
Red, blue, green!
You cannot make a call in one of those so forget about it!
“In a deal, you give and take. You compromise. Then you grab the cash and catch the next train out of town” Irving Paul Lazar
Give and Take
I told you so, but you never listen!
A “conversation” between two people about everything and nothing as it may have happened.
“You are so thick headed aren’t you!”
“So I’m the one who is the bad guy again, huh?”
“Well you are. There is no arguing about that!”
“So you are blaming me about everything that has gone wrong?”
“Yes, what’s your point?”
“No point. It’s hilarious! You are hilarious!”
“So now you are saying I’m a joke? Is that it?”
“No, I said you must be joking.”
“That’s not what I heard.”
“Then there must be something wrong with your hearing.”
“So now you are complaining about my ability to understand you!”
“No, I said you understand things in your own way.”
“Are you calling me stupid? If you are I will show you stupid…!”
“Good grief! Read my lips: You are stubborn!”
“Just because I hear and understand something differently than you, that makes me stubborn?”
“Potato, tomato!”
“Are you mocking me?”
“No.”
“It sure sounded like you were.”
“You heard me wrong then!”
“Again with the hearing! I am not deaf you know!”
“What was the point?”
“What point?”
“Why are we arguing?”
“I dunno. The weather is not so good today?”
“No it’s not. The forecast promised sunshine tomorrow though.”
“Sounds good.”
“Yep.”
“Yep.”
“Ok then!”
“Yep.”
Sometimes an argument is just that. The words are not important. The point of it is, there was no point to begin with. A bad day can cause feelings to run amuck. Venting with someone you trust and then forgetting about it is cathartic.
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