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Tag: RagtagDailyPrompt
Great Escape
escapism is
all well and good but it will
get you in the end
there is no escape
from the past but there is no
future there either
Inventions Child
Rock Steady
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In the world I was born into
There were rules handed down
From all the people around
No moaning
No crying
No sniveling
Toughen up
Suck it up
Pick yourself up
No blood
No broken bone
No doctor needed
Shake it off
Walk it off
Don’t be a big baby
Nobody likes a whiner
Were they
Was I
Was the world
Off it’s rocker
Or on it?
Any Port In A Storm
The sun rises and I PORT into my fancy binary ciphering machine for my morning imPORT input stream. Download all the compiled dreams and extraneous bytes of the nonsense my fleshy skull soft drive gleaned through it’s sensor array the day before and collate that which may be imPORTant and that which can be ignored, with the disclaimer and knowledge that I do so at my own peril. When on the lookout PORT side it’s usually the starboard side that gets you. After exPORT I gather my PORTable combo cipher / adding machine and wander out to the PORT of Chicago for my morning sortie.
Same Coin
Checks A Bouncing
RDP Account In Arrears
1. Spirit in the Sky Sky Pilot
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2. MacArthur Park West coast panic in needle park
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3. A Whiter Shade of Pale Chroma Appropriation
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4. Crocodile Rock Chance the Snapper
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5. Run Don’t Walk
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6. Don’t it make your brown eyes blue Quotidian Morning Constitutional Achieved
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Fortunately
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7. Heaven can wait because the devil left the porch light on
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8. One night in Bangkok will require a cup with that athletic supporter
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9. I know him so well but I didn’t know about his mother
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10. Here comes the Sun. This message brought to you by the Vampiric Defense League
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Rumble in the Gumbo
I jumped on my high horse
Trustee, favorite fine mount
Pointed at others errant course
A regular self righteous fount
While spouting a toxic slurry
Full of media puke talking pouts
Full of flair and a fine flurry
Of shrill Banshee like shouts
Wallowing in my faux tone age
Having patience with no virtue
Spilling my sepia life rage
Leaving the taste of burnt roux
For all to rumble and gumbo about
A Scroll Threw Life 