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I hear Albert Einstein's eyeballs
Are packed away in a lock box
Somewhere in New York City
Under golden key and lock

I can't help but wonder
About what it is he sees
Stuffed in that darkened rectangular box
For all of eternity

Do they pull them out and dust them off
Every now and then
Let them look around without a sound
A wink without a grin

Are they kept inside a pickle jar
Or do they roll around freely
These are a few of the questions
That keep confounding me

Do they MC square as they sit there and stare
Do they soak them in Visine
They must dry out rather quickly
With no way to possibly blink

Why would they save Albert's eyeballs
What could they possibly find
Unless they just love the color
Of the brown tint in his eyes
I heard today that they have Albert Einstein's eyeballs in a lock box somewhere in NYC. no idea if its true but it makes for one crazy poem!
The missus bought a Paperback
  ...at Val Village, Saturday,
  I had a look inside her bag;
  ....T'was "Fifty Shades of Grey".

  Well I just left her to it,
  And at ten I went to bed.
  An hour later she appeared;
  The sight filled me with dread…..

  In her left she held a rope;
  And in her right a whip!
  She threw them down upon the floor,
  And then began to strip.

  Well fifty years or so ago;
  I might have had a peek;
  But Mabel hasn't weathered well;
  She's eighty four next week!!

  Watching Mabel bump and grind;
  Could not have been much grimmer.
  And things then went from bad to worse;
  She toppled off her Zimmer!

  She struggled back upon her feet;
  A couple minutes later;
  She put her teeth back in and said
  .....I am the dominater !!

  Now if you knew our Mabel,
  You'd see just why I spluttered,
  I'd spent two months in traction
  For the last complaint I'd uttered.

  She stood there **** and naked
  Bent forward just a bit
  I went to hold her, sensual like
  and stood on her left ***!

  Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out;
  My god what had I done!?
  She moaned and groaned then shouted out:
  "Step on the other one"!!

  Well readers, I can't tell no more;
  About what occurred that day.
  Suffice to say my jet black hair,
  Turned fifty shades of Grey.
Trying to paint on a canvas
None of the colors struck a chord
And the brush cleansed the palette
Devoid of any colors
On the canvas was unfulfilled dreams
Do you believe in second chances?
That the world could stop spinning if it wanted to.
That the birds in the sky are free to come and go as they please.
Are you a dreamer?
Do you stay up all night
Just to sleep in all day.
Do you watch the stars dance out the window and wish you were there.
Would you go to the moon and back just to say you did.
Do you believe in possibilities?*
That anything could happen if you just try.
Do you see "what ifs" all around
Or do you simply live in black and white.
Are there hundreds of doors waiting to be opened
Or do you knock at just one.
Do you make wishes on stars
And stay up until 11:11.
Because I do.
September 08, 2012
Find Inspiration in unique places

2. Write about what inspires you

3.Judge your work

4.But don't take your work too seriously

5. No matter what, don't ever get rid of your work
and always love what you're doing.
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