No one wants to be ordinary but everyone follows the crowd.
Uniquity? Popularity?
Those who seek to have their apple turnover over and over must first snatch it from the jaws of those members of The Apple Turnover Club to which they now belong.
Look at ’em go….(who am I talkin’ to?)
And, as for that cherry turnover? They look alike, you know.
They look exactly alike.
Hand that snatched the turnover
How many millions are in a trillion?
How many leaves in a forest?
How many souls exist in forever?
How many came before us?
Where is it written?’Where are the answers?
Where is the heavenly Chorus?
When did the Big Bang Beget the beginning?
Is the answer there before us?
What if I told you I knew all along?
What if you held a Thesaurus?
A new interrogative might have an answer
Or perhaps it would simply bore us.
Perhaps I had better ask Morris
THE HATER
SUBJECT: HATE
A: THERAPEE (the hater)
B: THERAPIST
A therapist friend of mine told me that I was a real hater. She said that I use the word “hate” frequently.
A: And you think that makes me a hater?
B: Well, yeah. Why else would you say it? Didn’t you tell me a few minutes ago that you saw a film last night that you really loved?
A: Oh yes. It was a wonderful movie, a great story; I loved every minute of it.
B: Loved? Or Liked?
A: Oh, well I guess I liked it a lot. I see what you mean.
B: Dontcha just hate it when that happens?
PATOOIE
Fraidy Cat’s greatest fear is of losing the Connection.
He calls it The Word..
Fraidy Cat has followers. They are helping to spread The Word. (The Word, the Word), the Word again is The Connection.
It goes like this…
“Don’t Think-Listen.”
“Don’t question-believe.” And …….
“Never, never taste your food before you salt it.”
And…….
“Always do the ‘right’ next thing.”
MORE OR LESS THIS THAT OR THE OTHER
OPINIONS MAY BE DANGEROUS
DISCOVERY, DELICIOUS
LESS, MORE.
MY SHOES DON’T MATCH
My shoes don’t match
I said to myself
Observing one black and one brown.
One pointy toe
The other a moc
I noticed as I sat down.
I remembered a time
In Pershing Square
An orator holding his own
The end is nigh
Beware my friends
Repent before heading Home
Is he right I wondered
My shoes don’t match
I’d found them a moment ago
I repented not
They felt warm and snug
I left them on my toes.
My shoes don’t match
I said to myself
Observing one black and one brown.
One pointed toe
The other a moc
Each slipped over
A woolen sock
The time was passing
Tickety tock
A smile replacing a frown;
I have another pair just like these
And they are my very own.
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Lee Broom.
Alfred: What will you do when you lose the stores, when you lose your home?
Lee: I’ll sleep in my station wagon, swim at the Biltmore and eat at AJ’s.
Alfred: What’ll ya do for money?
Lee: I’ll have fifty thousand dollars stuffed in my pillow.
(A real conversation that took place in May, 1994.)
SUBJECT: HATE
B: THERAPIST
A: THERAPEE (the hater)
A: A friend of mine told me that I was a real hater. She said that I use the word “hate” frequently.
B: And you think that makes you a hater?
A: Well, yeah. Why else would I say it?
B: Didn’t you tell me a few minutes ago that you saw a film last night that you really loved?
A: Oh yes. It was a wonderful movie, a great story; I loved every minute of it.
B: Loved? Or Liked?
A: Oh, well I guess I liked it a lot. I see what you mean.
B: Dontcha just hate it when that happens?
A Man of Few Words.
He lived Love but never spoke of it. He was impossibly complex, subtle yet obvious, impossible to describe due to what (?), his peculiar sort of mediocrity (?), the aloof quality which was ever-present, whether shopping for a new automobile or when he in his most raggedy attire was on his hands and knees, all brown: I say all brown and dirty, playing marbles with his sons. But one could always depend on him to use only whatever words were necessary to say whatever it was he had to say.
Oh yes.
His name was Dixie.
He was my Father.
I called him Lovey.
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