Tuesday, September 20, 2016

Humans Devoured

Just look at the sand-you’re-in, creativity’s stuck, like your butt squished into a sandwich.  Ouch...

Takes time to make rolls - ask a baker and a double chin, nods chin, lookin’ like agreeing again and again.

Life’s too easy, humans consume food that’s a bit too greasy.  

Television’s Mission, turns on quite boring like a girlfriend watching Maury.  She steps on the scale but can’t say sorry.  Won’t tell her there’s no love in them handles, in denial like saying on a beach… sand won’t get in them sandals.  

Humans slow as gravy - won’t move until stirred,
gossipers gossip with and without spoken word.


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