April NIneteen NPM

April NIneteen NPM

April NIneteen NPM

Dogs do there business all around me. Time is a relentless vortex grubbing the worm under the tree just wants so badly now to sleep to dream of better ideas perhaps to ride his fanny in the horsey cloud giddy upp granny oh wait you knoe this was coming eye got so confused what with time tick tick tocking and should eye stop the poem long enough to ride perhaps to visit outside to get greedy gain to get the things eye need to live for one more day the sustenance every person desires is rice ok is one bowl enough for one deserve or is more then rice ok with ewe can meat can meat make a dent in my hunger do you knoe the differance of then or than does it not matter much to me the poet has the edit if eye chose to change the tenses it is not the classroom as eye enter it is text belongs to me in Texas thiz is my nickle then it is my byline than today it was a funny tradjic mess the corn chips eye have been paying one dollar for suddenly went up to 1. 25 and the man in front of me got behind me while he was paying out he pooed me and told me to pay the 1. 25 why are you complaining then THAN the woman behind the counter got even by charging him FOUR DOLLARS for one jar of peanuts and the man went nuts oh himself and placed the peanuts back where he got them than he left but not until eye told him to MIND his OWN business when he left eye went back to the counter and tried again eye asked the woman why and she did not answer me she was too timid or eye was too angry and she offered to pay me for the corn but eye refused ahha eye nearly shouted the chips is mine eye refuse to give them back to you. It was a majic magic moment. Than then the woman smiled cause she thought she had won but eye had really won eye need the salt on the corn to survive the Texas Heat is smiling in the shade. My Pepsi has less sugar and it is almost good for me to drink it . Meanwhile the man at the apartments sipping drinking whiskey noticed that eye noticed him he was enjoying his pain he was decidedly uncomfortable to be discovered is whiskey the only cure for a broken heart then than mine shall brake to a stop then than start upp on time for ewe she is sublime the lemon lime of my extant extensionalism frozen in the time on the clock face says the little hand is on three and the big hand is on your knee omg what were we thinking on APril NIneteen NPM vext with problems the keysstick