import, export, in and out
broke my heart without a doubt
drained my hopes like gas with spout
dried my dreams like oil and drought
bought my life through network route
tracked by rats – internet scouts
import, export – empty shout
This poem is about an article dated 09-06-2006 by one of my favorite ‘teachers’ from this current lifetime. And I too will post more about these stinkers and how they continue to follow me around town. I have posted many times (with time and date stamps) in my now deleted blogs about how certain vehicles, including my local police below and copters above, ‘watch’ my activities.
Two more houses in my neighborhood have ‘improved’ their houses and now I could see them from my second story windows. This means the value of our neighborhood is going up or that the people improving in these smaller houses got smart and know that buying a new one would ultimately put them further into debt.
Then again I have to learn to be less stinky myself and in my outlook in life. Once again, laughter is the best way to ward off the bad things in life. Smiling also relieves any tension among people who are very sensitive to seeing grouchy faces. I may have to put makeup (of basic liquid, powder and lipstick) from now on to mask my pain caused these same stinkers, by the way. (See? Much better, right?)
Copyright © 2007 by Fluffy von der Flynn. All rights reserved.
Hello Flynn, nice, and good luck!