Comprehensively Iím taking
Disadvantage of my spinach
When delivered it may doubt and is
Susceptible as any since
Thereís always an exception
In the lipstick and the lithium
The dolphins and denominators
Crease my sandy tibias
They file it like errata
For the Flushing Philharmonic
So I sit and scour radios
And say Elucidation
Exceptions and errata are eternal;
The rest of us are ephemeral.
We live by the roadside
Lilacs and Effusia regarded with epiphany,
Racial and trivial in desire.
Channel surfing won't help
In the ultraviolent dawn
While Piccolos and Sargents
Re-copulate and spawn.
I can't find my Tegretol
Among the Leaves of Grass and honey
But the triangle of innocence
Rolls down the hill.
In the old Soviet Union there was a worker who left the factory one night with a wheelbarrow full of sawdust. The guard sifted the sawdust and found nothing. He let the worker pass. For twenty seven years and a fortnight this self same worker left with a wheelbarrow full of sawdust each eventide. For twenty seven years and a fortnight this self same guard sifted the sawdust and found nothing and allowed the worker to pass.
One night the guard said to him, "Comrade Worker, for twenty seven years and a fortnight you have come to the gate with a wheelbarrow full of sawdust and for twenty seven years and a fortnight I have sifted the sawdust and found nothing. Now I retire to the old guard's home. Tell me friend, Comrade Worker, just what have you been stealing all these many years and a fortnight? I'll tell no one, I swear."
Comrade worker said, "Wheelbarrows"
Edited 1 time(s). Last edit at 01/16/2009 11:19PM by Merc.
Terry, damn, that's good, how'd you know what I was referrring to?