Wurst Of The Worst

'Why he is a fine fellow'

Well, that took care of that didn't it?
The homeless man wheels his cart down the street unkempt.

Jim Morrison sings..... 'When Your Strange'

How true, How true............

Roaches live behind base boards.....

But lets adore them shall we?

I was seeing the stars in layers  of    depth perception......

I say a giant question mark up there...      Really big.

Oh!      Isn't so and so really something?  He is published you know?

Why he writes on behalf of Francis Bacon you know?  I believe they called him Shakespeare .

Why the little blue planet approves even....  well,      some of those that dwell on it  anyway.

Do tell me from the grave  is it hysterically funny?

We the buffoons ..........

Is it just entertainment with no muse?

Why are there mosquito's and Red ants anyway?

Are they for our pleasure our enjoyment ?     Buzzing  around our ears and crawling up our ankles as we slap.

Better a Pepperoni Pizza a six pack then some sex with a pulsating vagina.

The God's must be amused no end at us all of humanity.

Just admire my Pecker please... up close.

Are the God's Sick Bastards?

Who loves Screwballs?

I do I do...........

I think I will have lunch today in Key West with one.

Key West must be a portal a        Spiritual       Vortex   of sorts.......

In you go...... Dorothy.....

Spinning      Spinning  round and round and round...............

You should of seen the nutty butterfly girl I saw yesterday up at the Laundry mat.........

It's  a clad quarter dollar mill......... grinding meal.

There is a special place here up on the highway.... where the police lay in wait of course that is not called entrapment as sirens wail in hot pursuit.

Oh!  I hear a fish jump.......

I dial in the Pleiades on my telescope like an a.m. radio as the  automatic direction finder needle swings towards the station......... Home.

Its dark in the tunnel, I don't see anything in there,      but it sure feels good.

Oh go ahead give him a slap on the back.. and remark   'Why he is a fine fella'

Wurst of the Worst.

It was Key West long ago... December 19th 2019

He was looking out from the wrong side of the window bars....

They released the rats......

The screaming began............

The rats only ate the cancerous meat and left the rest.....

He figured .... Let them eat........

He saw his old station where he once worked... for the little mean little Cuban man....

It was filthy....

Next he was riding around with a homosexual on a technically advanced golf cart of sorts... he was wearing blue shirt and had befriended him... and was very FUNNY....

It was ok that he was not Queer....  he still laughed his ass off.....

He climbed and climbed up the sand beach cliff to the very top but lacked the energy to pull himself up the very last little bit of distance over the crest....

He was thinking about the impending fall..... it would not be so bad if he spread eagle... try to slide down to the bottom and not tumble....

Quite frankly Key West has always been a weird fucking place Perfect...  he contended.

It was Key West of long ago.......

He traveled back in time to the Key West of long ago.......

He was looking thru prison bars on the wrong side......

The Rats were hungry and let loose....

Then he watched as the Screaming began.....

The rats seemed only to be interested in eating the cancerous tumors.. for some reason....

They left the healthy flesh alone....

So he figured let them eat..........

Wurst Of The Worst

'Why he is a fine fellow'

Well, that took care of that didn't it?
The homeless man wheels his cart down the street unkempt.

Jim Morrison sings..... 'When Your Strange'

How true, How true............

Roaches live behind base boards.....

But lets adore them shall we?

I was seeing the stars in layers  of    depth perception......

I say a giant question mark up there...      Really big.

Oh!      Isn't so and so really something?  He is published you know?

Why he writes on behalf of Francis Bacon you know?  I believe they called him Shakespeare .

Why the little blue planet approves even....  well,      some of those that dwell on it  anyway.

Do tell me from the grave  is it hysterically funny?

We the buffoons ..........

Is it just entertainment with no muse?

Why are there mosquito's and Red ants anyway?

Are they for our pleasure our enjoyment ?     Buzzing  around our ears and crawling up our ankles as we slap.

Better a Pepperoni Pizza a six pack then some sex with a pulsating vagina.

The God's must be amused no end at us all of humanity.

Just admire my Pecker please... up close.

Are the God's Sick Bastards?

Who loves Screwballs?

I do I do...........

I think I will have lunch today in Key West with one.

Key West must be a portal a        Spiritual       Vortex   of sorts.......

In you go...... Dorothy.....

Spinning      Spinning  round and round and round...............

You should of seen the nutty butterfly girl I saw yesterday up at the Laundry mat.........

It's  a clad quarter dollar mill......... grinding meal.

There is a special place here up on the highway.... where the police lay in wait of course that is not called entrapment as sirens wail in hot pursuit.

Oh!  I hear a fish jump.......

I dial in the Pleiades on my telescope like an a.m. radio as the  automatic direction finder needle swings towards the station......... Home.

Its dark in the tunnel, I don't see anything in there,      but it sure feels good.

Oh go ahead give him a slap on the back.. and remark   'Why he is a fine fella'

Wurst of the Worst.