The Ramblings of a Depressed Mind, Part 153

The lazy man sits on his fish
minus the second letter of the
alphabet simply reinforcing the
negative stereotypes that the
holder of this pen tried to
combat during his more
youthfully idiotic days,
but it makes him wonder,
has he changed a
fractional iota?

All the while, he toils away
as cowardly, greasy dominoes
fall onto the nasty aluminum
all because they believed in
the maxim "divided we fall"
instead of "united we stand",
and yet they couldn't help it
because fencing wire is always
stronger than churned, congealed
animal fat.

They were E Pluribus Unum
once upon a time and now
they're E Pluribus Nada.

And yet the greasy flecks of
cowardice that were segregated
due to human-assisted natural selection
wind up in a large pile to be sculpted
into something resembling a
deformed quadratic figure or a
degenerate quadrilateral that only
exists in the mind of the
theoretical topologist.

The holder of this pen wishes
he has the ability to make a bust
of Millard Fillmore sporting a shiner
and sans his top incisors, but what fun
is that when you can barely draw
a stick figure pulling his pud?

But a Millard Fillmore statue
made of churned, congealed
animal fat is almost as useless
and forgettable as Millard
Fillmore's administration.

It would serve humankind
better if it was melted down
and used in the creation of a
popcorn bowl big enough to
serve the Minnesota legislature
because they need to work to
keep the state from shutting down,
but they're as useless as
Millard Fillmore's adminstration
or a lazy man sitting on his fish
minus the second letter
of the alphabet.

So, I guess the theme,
the moral, the ultimate point
of this piece is that
useless rambling will get
you somewhere, no matter
if a blind marksman misses
the broad side of a barn.

And so here we are,
at the point where
I wanted to ask the
serious, penetrating,
thought-provoking
question of all time...

Would you jack your johnson
while listening to Jack Johnson?

I'll leave you to
ponder the solution.

Reviews

[Chris]

Chuckling here... depressed hell... you'll have to laugh less to prove that.

[masqued_muse]

Yah, prolly....if I had one... god, Kenneth....your writing is amazing. (Don't you get tired of symbiotic platitudes?) I do. But, honestly, all I can say, dude is it AFFECTS me. Not sure if itz good or bad yet, but I do have to reread some of it.I hate just being entertained; but this does that plus informs me, makes me want to research things....(Thatz hott where I come from). I will attempt to add you now. Hush. You'll like it.
masqued_muse

[JimmyFlux]

I'll take more like this, please. Every writ of ramble is worthy of the poetic pose. Some people say poetry is artistic diarrhea. I say f**k you! Dysentery keeps you holed up in bathrooms. With your hole! Reading Star magazine! Waste! But really, I think you triumph with your logical and/or educated background yet right-brained expressive leanings. The world could use more of that. Flaunt it.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Amazing ramblings Kenneth, you have had this ole girl standing on her head all day trying to figure this one out. Thank you for your help and you have penned this very well :)