What’s read and white, and in plain sight
except when it’s not there,
tossed around, but not put down,
and doesn’t have a care?
What’s black and blue when in plain view,
but green when it’s put down;
never going anywhere
except to where it’s found?
What’s pink and tan…
Yet another from my collection, Rusty Can. Perhaps you recognize the tune?
Little Debbie went to town
a riding on a pony,
stuck a snack cake in her mouth,
and said it was bolognia.
Little Debbie keep it up.
Little Debbie dandy,
save a snake cake just for me,
and I’ll pretend it’s…
There in the darkness they wither away,
not knowing peace, nor the light of the day.
Knowing no beauty, their worries abound
as they cry out for help, not making a sound.
For off in the distance, it all matters not.
What once brought them joy, is best, all forgot,
for into…
In the blender of life,
all is chopped fine,
ground into dust,
heart soul and mind.
Each moment spent
is another moment gone
while life in the blender
keeps churning on.
I'm just a retired long-haul trucker who exchanged his rig for pen, paper, and keyboard. Read more at http://Wackemall.com
