The costliest squibs mean exactly what the reader wants them to mean.
Some very bad men sold us gods with no clothes.
We cannot bring suit--where they've gone no one knows.
I'm advised to take care of business now so future Joe won't go crazy.
But that kind of coddling makes future Joe fat and lazy.
Free-range tastes better you say.
I don't know, I'm no gourmet.
But for free ranging chickens I'll pay extra bucks.
I'm that kind of guy, I do give a cluck.
At the end of his career, the artist must squeeze extra hard on the toothpaste tube of inspiration.
The antique mall is a museum of American kitsch.
And the entire collection is available in the gift shop.
The ninety year oldster looks for happening centenarians to emulate.
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Well, what if there is no tomorrow? There wasn't one today. [From "Groundhog Day" the movie.]
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These squibs are clucking great!
ReplyDeleteSomebody should tell the gods about their nakedness. Maybe then they'd be nicer to us, 'er more likely the opposite -- they may punish our truth-telling which is often true of gods when they catch us being honest.
I do disagree with the artist at a career's end having to attack the "toothpaste of inspiration." Consider the wad of experience, and even some wisdom, that comes with all those decades; however, there is a problem -- we have to remember what it was we wanted to say. What the cluck?!
Present Joe works hard to keep future fat and lazy Joe happy. Enjoy Sunday, Joe! :)
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