From under the covers.
I've found, even as a really old person, there are times ya just wanna turn out all the lights..... lock the doors..... put the phone on "Huh uh, leave me alone" and crawl in bed, pull the cover over one's head... with the intent to.... maybe come out.....say, 2028 or so.
Necessary evil.
Ugly stuff, 'have to's', to get to greater good.
DON'T WORRY (ok... but jes' a little bit) BE HAPPY.
Dentist office. Taxes. I-435 construction since 2021. Dropped passes.. Free throws clanked... even providing the opposing team the occasional cheer "AIR BALL.... AIR BALL." (When Wilt scored a hunnerd, he still missed four free throws and twenty-seven from the field.)
All, leads to, a pertier smile... smoother roads... less drops... better field goal percentage, that.
Trust me Fido, the vet clipping your nails will ultimately make things betta' (no joint strain, snags, painful torn nails... and I promise.. he ain't clipping off those.. at least today he's not)...
"Ahm, ahm, ahm.. hell to the NO! You getta' vas... I HAD THE BABY." Gulp, OK.
The Chiefs really sucked... I'm trying to cut back on smoking, yesterday I cleaned the fridge (ate everything).. today, I took the three AA batteries out my scale. DO NOT MENTION "Hey Victor, how ya been doing gambling?"
Help, I've fallen and I can't get up. I've got an itchy itchy rash. I can't believe I ate the whole (fridge). Take the damn ribbon from you hair, come and lay down by my side, help me make it though the night, or, at least maybe until 2028?
"Victor, the Dr's Office called... they want you to do a Sleep Study." WHAT? I mean, ohhh... hey, tell 'em no thanks, I checked, I've slept 27,041 consecutive days, I don't think I needs any more practice, studying.
I. WANT. MY. MOMMY, now leave me the heck alone!
The sun'll come out, tomorrow, bet your bottom dollar that tomorrow, there'll be sun. Do NOT mention "BET".
Just thinking about, tomorrow, Clears away the cobwebs and the sorry... til there's none! (Huh? How, why should I trust you? Are you live? Memorex? AI? The Wizard of Oz? On the Red team or the Blue team?)
When I'm stuck in a day that's gray and lonely I just stick out my chin and grin and say.. The Sun'll come out, tomorrow, so you gotta hang on 'til tomorrow, come what may... Tomorrow, tomorrow, I loveya tomorrow, you're always a day away........ ahm, yeah... we'll see... meantime, get the help outta my bedroom, but said lovingly.. WAIT! Before you go... can I bum a cig?
Life can suck sometimes can't it? And then, there's days likeya bowl a 300. (I'm hungry, can we go to the bowling alley and get a 300 burger and fries?... ahm, NO, you still got halfa fridge in your large intestine. Eww. Right?
Wait a minute, it's stopped hailing. Guys are swimming, guys are sailing, playing baseball, gee that's better.. Muddah, Faddah, kindly disregard this letter.
HEY? What's that spaceship doing in the backyard?
Knock, knock.. Take me to your leader....... Well, let's not do that one, but hey, we have a lotta fun on this planet, follow me... we'll go bowling, to a ballgame, play ping pong, catch the New Theater show.. eat some chicky at Strouds.. then, go carts and bumper cars... It'll be outta this world... well, you know.. HEY, do you guys have cigs on your planet?
Up down, down up. Happy, sad. Sad, Happy. What goes up, must come down. (Yeah but, what if that parachute packer was having a bad day,,,or worse, called in sick and a newbie packed it?)...
Bottomline, life is (can be) sad. Mostly though, it's good, happy.
Wax on, wax off, put the lime in the coconut, Victor take your Bupropion.
I'm going to take a nap. VICTOR? Until 2028? Nah, I'll wake up with plenty of time to bet on the WNBA, or the World Series, or, Monday Night Football, maybe all three! Ya got any cigs on ya?
Love, Victurd
No comments:
Post a Comment