The World Ended 2600 years ago

I do believe in a workplace. It is made out of whatever work is in your hands, where your mouth is kept silent until it forgets to speak – With idle hands comes much less, the world spins away into an abyss of floating days and hours, a week will be your breakfast that slips by in your year. Your year is made up of clean hard earned cash. The swirling crystals of smoke, the kind that wisp through the air into your mouth make the bleak color of your skin resemble the wet skin look of the bath tub dead who enjoy to feast on nude flesh. Our Marble skyscraper of incredible stature makes you proud to work there. The skinny clear leeches dripping off of the faucets make you faint from the loss of the blood as they fill their gushing deep red bodies. This was the part of your life where you were never idle, your life was meaningful. Like parrot juice in the bark of oak trees - feasting and seizing your hardworking feet; ‘Preposterous,’ I announce but no one – has seen my remark on his fictitious pun; ‘They believe that?’ I say, ‘They don’t like to think?’ – ‘I suppose,’ they all say, ‘just hand me a drink.’; So we drink till the day turns into next week – we’re falling its fun but I don’t have a beak;  So falling wont do ‘cause I cant fly away - without a ‘beak or a bat wing,’ they say; And once that week where I fell has gone by I drift and I dodge and I can’t tell you why – The problem with speaking English with me, is too many can speak, so they read what they see; I laugh at this racist’s ironic joke and see that I pour him a bourbon and coke; until I step out to a month or so later – where my pond is a mess and my house ate my gator; But don’t believe the next thing you hear. This workplace is the future of America, my dear. 

Metacognitive Decisions

Thinking about one’s thinking

Thinking about thinking about being constipated

I wonder why I think

Because It is cognitive with a capital It

Ooo ooo ooo thasssle dooo

Don’t suck on grapes or baskets

Unless

Of course