ibugme: March 2020

Monday, March 30, 2020

Wednesday, March 25, 2020

Saturday, March 14, 2020

One fish

Two fish

Red fish

Blue fish.

Black fish

Blue fish

Old fish

New fish.Friday the 13th,

Voices of the dead I heard.

Was it me I saw or your wish for me,

Listen up an soon you'll See.

We've lost our soul's along the way,

no one heard the what I had to say.

Perhaps it's true they can't handle the truth,

I babbled on like Dr.Seuss.

The what I had to say,

were words of this world's decay.

It don't matter Bob what you say,

sit on a dead man's coach it will make them gay,

not in the homo kind of way an no I could not sit.

So listen up to this here shit,wont take long it's just a little bit.

A dead mans coach is where they want me to sit,

a family of FaceBooking Twit's.

A dead mans coach here for you,

thank you,

I will be it's number TWO.

My feelings don't count you see so perhaps we will all meet in that thing we call Eternity?

I hope it's only one death I face an I hope you can all again join the HUMAN race.

Unlike the deadman's coach there with you I am gone going gone away from all of you.

Enjoy the coach it's a pretty blue I can't imagine this but it's what you do.

I am your family's number 2.

201 I did see

I die for you,

in this fake ass,

reality.

Wake up Wake up an see don't worry about me,

cry to your own miserable lives selfishly.

I tried alive an am already dead perhaps then you'll get it through your head's?

Here are some

Who like to run.

They run for fun

In the hot, hot sun.

Oh me! Oh my!

Oh me! Oh my!

What a lot

Of funny things go by.

BYE, BYE

Love Bob my number two name sucks,

so here I go,

goodbye from this here Michael Jet Cox,

I hope it's quick an not slow.

I wish you luck see you after the show.

This was inspired by Emily Dickinson an Dr.Seuss

I met them in the Black Mirror I am Robert Olson.

When the Buildings cried 2

Or this opening Jerry

Thursday, March 5, 2020

Sax it up.

Whipps ledge was recently bathed, with a sudden hour
long early-spring rain.
Romeo trudged down Whipps ledge, sounds of sax filling his head.
He had nothing to call his very own, excepting his dear old
Saxophone!
The crowd above sitting on the ledge applauded as he played, since he played
with empathy like every other day.
He had met his Juliet briefly once, those were the moments of
a happy trance!
The saxophone has countless musical notes embedded inside, -
For our Romeo to play them out night after night.
Yet so many Romeos like him shall slowly fade away;
And the saxophone shall play their dirge at the end of
the day! Play,Play,Play may you find your Romeo one day.

In the name of the Father,peace onto all, more so for you, single Mom.

That's how I end a prayer.

Have a beautiful day.