Poem 7,603,068,666
I must buy some Oatibix.
Nix!
My wallet's playing tricks.
There's not a nickel
nor a dime
nor a shekel
nor a grimy
bent penny
I can call mine -
not any.
Yet life's not so hard:
I have a card.
Poem 7,650,007,069
The numbers play on my mind
or my mind plays on the numbers.
I don't see numbers anymore -
just blonde, brunette, redhead....
me with my holstered Walther PPK -
Anna singing colorfully in the big band.
Poem 7,700,000,001
I will never fill this giant potty,
so to speak; but it's huge,
the round basin of receiving,
and my gifts small.
Such effort is
driving me
potty.
Potty,
I say,
to think that
by the time that
I've written this wing, new
holy Terabytes of RAM await inscription.
I will never fill this infinite potty.
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Potatoes
PoezjaHot, Sweet, Saucy, Spicy - always filling/fattening. Donder - vb. To blunder about aimlessly, not knowing what the feck one is at.
