Mostly

At last he was weeping

As he prepared his onion

A very dull thing

To dice without gambling

Though unreal tears were something

As if a bit exhausting

Yet untold memory might tell a story

Also in the realm of boring

As like a shadow on a mirror

Everything was everything

So nobody seemed to care

A tear jerker of a story

Missing garlic it seemed

Half correct

Yet still savory.

Popularity. wealth, fame, ha!

Prove fairly worthless wastes of time as they all can tumble in different directions. All pointless, very pointless.

Weird is the new blue.

Am I the poetry man

With a thorn pulsing a potion

To talk stop look

You are so much

Then let's have lunch

Then roll on the grass

And see a vision

Of polka dotted cats

And cylinders spinning

TO spin YOU

You spin

And the swing moves

If you want.

Get the goods, before is is goodbye.

View on life,

Lasers are meant to exist.

Results

So what is a result

A wave of hearts for beating stars

The drama unfolds in a paintbrush

The object of love on a beach

A grain of sand

A spot.

As a Jewish mutt what other nationality am I confused with by my appearance.

Over 10 times in my life people have said I look German.

What would Hitler have thought?

Hot Damn!

Oh what woman

She can be

Oh dear in plenty

She is goofy

Always in the shower

Running on the flowers

Wacky

She is a woman

Hungry for a tardy

Oh how bright

With fantasy delight

A little lust

Deep inside

What a sensation

She's a woman.