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I'm just waiting for that check to come.
The world is burning but I feel numb.
TV is awesome and outside is dumb.
So I'm sitting here waiting for my check to come.

I'm holding my breath when I go to the store
And they're still out of paper, like the 5 times before.
But when that check hits, it's ******* galore.
I'll buy it all wholesale, it'll be a big score.

Just a few weeks til I get that sweet cash
Then it's Amazon Prime, Grub Hub and DoorDash.
I'm sure that this plague will be done in a flash
And we'll go back to life with our fat wads of cash.

So I'll sit on my sofa and watch the train wreck.
In my fortress of Lysol and standard-grade tech.
With my *** getting bigger and pain in my neck
Waiting patiently here for my stimulus check.
Written on a whim and turned to a punk song by a friend.
https://youtu.be/0hWd95TGjdw
Kalliope Jun 1
What's the price on sanity these days?
Could I doordash it?
noon
I'm Hungry
I'M HUNGRY
I'm STARVIN
like MARVIN
FEED ME!!!!!!!
FEED ME!!!!!!!
FEED ME!!!!!!!!
FEED ME!!!!!!!
I'M HAVING HUNGER PAINS!!!!!!!
I'M HAVING A HUNGER ATTACK!!!!!!
FEED ME NOW!!!!!
OH, PLEASE GIVE ME A SNACK!!!!!
If you do, I WILL BE OKAY!!!
DOORDASH or GRUB HUB,
Please be ON YOUR WAY
Feed me now,
RIGHT NOW and TODAY
I want my FOOD,
OH, CAN'T YOU SEE
My STOMACH IS GROWLING,
I have a NEED TO FEED,
now,
FEED ME
SEYMOUR!!!!!!


B.R.
Date: 8/29/2024
YES, My Stomach be Talking!!!!!
Doesn't yours???
Eric Braun Jul 2021
Another sweltering day to get lost in
Wander around a parking lot, talking
In the park we got stopped by police
My runaway pig was disturbing the peace

Eilonwy's in the Summer Lands
I wrote her that I joined a band
She writes too much about another man
I'm suspicious, she doesn't understand

List our future plans, it doesn't help
Looked in a mirror, I just saw myself
Reflection in the pool is murky and raw
We barbequed but Gurgi ate it all

Why do huntsmen gather at the border
How come Doordash cancelled my order
My spot under the tree's taken by a hobo
This stuff never happens to Frodo
Descovia May 2022
Say what you mean
I never **** a dream
Don't ever tie our
name to any of that!
You thought my vision
was obstructed by meaningless racks.
i am just trying to maintain, cause everyone greed for green,
see what I mean, desperate as ****, you fiends
I am just watching our boys tracks.
I don't give a ****, nobody out there
can validate me as a father, not even Descovia or Matt.
If you have problem, I suggest we walk it out
or talk it out. If you come at me, ready to burn
only one of us is coming back!

Everyone be getting caught up in Death Notes
this is why I remain on the attack like a titan!
Wanna play with elements
Let's pop it off! Get things exciting! My fire brings
earthquakes and lighting! What do you mean?
You wanna play a game jigsaw? Last time,
I checked, I am not easy to frighten!
Butterflies in his tummies. Causing butterfly effect
Change the remorse in his life, that malice created from rage and regret.
Thought we were on the same page.
I would lost my ******* life, if I'd place that bet.
Ya'll be so quick to take my words, fly off with em like a jet!
No disrespect to Queens, but this why I why hug my frustrations out in my pillow pet
2022, I been through a lot and no part of me except the worse is dead! Keep tryin, I ain't going out yet!
No Doordash. Watch a sucker dash. That's suckertash. Dust to ash. I'll leave nothing left.
Running around the square, hurt,  over here searching hard for a ref
Everyone be on the games, until the final round is SUDDEN DEATH.
My death might make more sense than my life, my son will go through the depths.
This why I take my time,  I value every bit of my energy to my last breath...
Summation of achievements
wrought absolute zero
pridefulness to self -
a veritable highstrong yoyo
(lame at walking the dog)
a solitudinarian devoid of xoxo
methinks (writer of these words)
Hebrew a legacy of woe
courtesy self apathy
expanding across his mein kampf
on a broader scale
analogous to predicted fallout from Project 2025,
where resultant mayhem
will trigger widespread societal upheaval
upending progressive socialism
videre licet flick of the wrist veto
where democracy writhes vis a vis death throw
signature of forty seventh president
of the United States,
the septuagenarian who trumpets hegemony,
and dons hat of dictator carte blanche
a caricature of a contortionist
trotting out dog and pony show
the former a growling
super gnasher tooth flasher
(actual name of a book title
written by Daniel Pinkwater
and featured on Reading Rainbow
Episode 8 in Season 7
and originally aired on March 28, 1990),
which year a tad less than my half-life ago
when this "Froggie Went a Courtin'"
an amphibious embarkation  
whereat yours truly pitched hither and yon,
to and fro within a tempestuous relationship
with the then girlfriend
who visited me at 324 Level Road
(the vestige of Glen Elm Estate
whittled down to about a half dozen acres
with trace of formal gardens
long since reclaimed by mother nature
as overgrown woodland)
my boyhood domicile,
but became a permanent fixture
within the Harris household
constantly assailing me
to pledge my troth
after we already
consummated consensual coitus
aptly enough at the
Evansburg Park residence of Steve Cummings
(principally prompted with reckless abandon
by unsheathed phallus)
******* occurred countless times,
though devoid of mutual (of Omaha)
fundamental ******* prolongation
courtesy hair trigger minute man of mine,
which got fired
from his miniscule silo
discovering seminal virility sometime
around mid March of nineteen ninety six
when we became ensnared in the parent trap
on a freaky Friday - the ides of March
where we bickered over
what to name the unborn child
gender revealed at ultrasound
during the second trimester,
typically between eighteen
and twenty two weeks of pregnancy,
but by the second trimester,
the baby's genitals are developed enough
for the sonographer
to identify the *** with reasonable certainty,
which bouncing baby girl
set the wife on buying sprees
at upscale thrift stores within environs
around 2700 Elroy Avenue Hatfield,
which afforded a grand view
of a meat processing plant
the first apartment complex
we moved into after pledging our troth
yours truly designated as a forerunner
to quasi proto doordash
heavily patronizing Boston Market
temporarily escaping vocalizing future star student
who also tested her pipes
when we settled down to sleep
all three of us crammed upon a crib mattress
keeping the bedroom door closed
a minor inconvenience
against an undeterred plague of water bugs,
whose population kept in check
by sprinkling borax powder
underneath sink, where they throve
within the warm and damp plumbing fixtures.

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