Shop Worn
• 09/04/23 at 02:29PM •Shop worn,
another word for used.
Does it matter if it happens,
in our life or are we excused?
Shop worn,
another word for used.
Does it matter if it happens,
in our life or are we excused?
My mind is racing,
my tongue stuck in neutral.
Good thing, for who knows
what will spill from this old mind.
"My teachers and my parents and the TV shows of my youth kept telling us kids that the way to deal with bullies was to confront them, they’re actually, deep down, nothing but cowards. My family moved north from Georgia to Milwaukee when I was 13, a radical transition from semi-rural living to urban discomfort. My junior high school had the usual mix of cliques with one exception, the hoods, guyz who dressed up as gangsters to celebrate Valentine’s Day, the Massacre. Nice bunch, kept switchblade knives on themselves and guns in their lockers. Welcome to the city, Farm Boy!" More at The Skeeter Daddle Diaries ➜
Along came a hermit,
his name was Dave.
He lived not, in a house,
but a moist, dirt cave.
He was hard to understand,
as he muttered a lot.
He had a collection
of things he had bought.
Scarves and books,
even some three penny nails.
HIs most famous collections,
was a case of Veils.
Veils he had salvaged,
from a long time ago,
they were best when
you had no place to go.
I enjoy your company
and talking with you,
but don't reprimand me
for the words which I choose.
The words which I speak,
are important to me,
so, I'll keep on talking.
It's the way I will be.
I hope I'm like you,
when I grow up,
instead of like now,
wandering like a pup.
I want to get a tattoo.
Why? I haven't the faintest idea.
I'll put it on my bucket list.
I need a tattoo which will blend
in with my "alligator skin".
I have now made a commitment,
so, here's your chance to make
suggestions. Be Nice.
When the fleas
on the dog,
have nothing to do,
do they sit on a log,
awaiting another
one like you?
Why must we behave
in this way, too?
"Thanks to the new Google Kindness Translator, Davie is about to avoid a nasty fight with his roomie Brad. Davie texted into the Kindness Translator on his phone: “If u don’t clean up yr trash tonight, I’m throwing u out.” But the message Brad got was, “Bro wanna do za for dnr?” Problem avoided – well, for the moment anyway".. More at View from the Bleachers ➜
Sometimes, I believe
I have sawdust in my head,
no matter the time,
I crawl into bed.
Words continue to tumble
from out of my head.
Me thinks it's now time
to return to my bed.
A case of four and twenty
or two dozen to you,
was a new counting system,
which was long overdue.
In other countries,
most don't count like we do
so, remember with numbers,
counting decisions are up to you.