It is not and it is.



Some for the jam
From fruit land
Something fast 
That spreads
A little spark
From a mind that wants
She can't have
That special
Shell
I love this

Living in Jello.

In

The 

Within

Inside

The fire

Engine

Waiting for spring

It came again

Sitting on a cement block

Feels like heaven almost

Got a time

But no time piece

Just finding my way home

Like yesterday is here today

And the sun rises

I shake her hand

And she shakes me.
How the slides don't go anywhere

It is always down 

When I was a kid  we would wax it

I would go very fast

Then land on my ass

So I would go back and down again

Now climbing that ladder was fun

I would do it again

With Super Man

And his super friends

Like Wonder Woman

It is going to thrill

You'll get the chills

Tears will roll down

It will be the best return

To fun land.
Mistakes can be serious 

It is not a thing we are free about


Mistakes cost 


Mistakes can be costly


Dreams full of something


Dreams in my hands


Not going with lightning today


Going to better places


To shake the tree of life


I do what I can


That is when it begins


When I can be the better man


The good life is good


And it doesn't come in a can..

Setting: Inside a dark, echoing bathroom plumbing line, right before a major flushing event.Urine: (Splashing aggressively against the ceramic walls) Look at you, slacking off as usual! I’m in and out of here six times a day, keeping this body filtered and clean. You show up once—maybe twice if the human had a fiber bar—and expect a standing ovation. You're slow, you're heavy, and you take forever to get ready!Poop: (Thudding heavily into the water, sending up a massive splash) Slow? It’s called craftsmanship, you watery amateur! You’re just 95% water and a little bit of leftover urea. You require zero effort. I am the grand finale of a 24-hour digestive masterpiece! I represent the steak, the potatoes, the complex carbohydrates! I have structure. I have presence.Urine: Presence? You mean odor! You completely ruin the atmosphere the second you walk into the room. People have to light matches and turn on exhaust fans just to survive your presence. When I arrive, it’s a quick, polite zip and a wash of the hands. I am civilized.Poop: Oh, don't act so pure. You turn bright neon yellow if the human takes a single multivitamin! And let's talk about urgency—you make the human panic and run like a maniac just because a movie ran over two hours. I have discipline. I give a polite, rumbling warning hours in advance.Urine: (Steaming slightly) I am the frontline defense of the kidneys! Without me, the system shuts down from toxic buildup in days. You're just the stuff the body couldn't even use. You're literally the leftovers!Poop: Leftovers? I am the ultimate metric of gut health! Doctors study my shape, my color, and my consistency on a chart like it's fine art. No one is out here making a "Bristol Stool Chart" for your boring splash patterns.The Toilet Handle: (CLANK)Urine: (Swirling rapidly in circles) Uh oh. Here comes the swirl!Poop: (Sinking into the vortex) See you in the septic tank, water-boy!