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HastyPudding
Most things done in haste lead to more want there is usually time to control your hurry to get things done. Step back and decide who rules thee whom does the bell toll for is it moi of course. Of course oui or of course non and now we have a fork no not a fork a cross a cross road iff ewe will in the twilight zoned. Iff yes then let it be yes and let the feast begin let me dine on mustard wine and hasten to unwind the clouds to find the rain then to let it fall in all the desert spaces filling every gnarly hole with love. Iff non then let it come come on. For defeat is never certained formed in haste of want and seldom seen the Elephant near cities of Americans the roads that wind from third world countries fail to find the nations of the rulers of the oils. This reminds me of long winded orators making speeches in assembly halls the people losing hearing and dividing the attention with the rustling of the clothes they preen they guffaw silently they make the clothing move around they itch the shoulders they move the very bones around in the effort to ignore the speaker they forgot the vegetables to toss at him left at home it makes a sort of bullion cubed base for soup even though no one is home no one is there in kitchen to prepare the hasty pudding there they moan not verbally not yet aloud they sign the windy cloud aloud they talk a little now to one another in the moment and they wonder WHO this is they say that makes himself so self important WHO a poet OH my GOD they titter and they smile they laugh a great long while as they ponder why he is alive and breathing words at them they jive and pyre careen and lyre with flute and fife they hastily embark to find the little drummer boy and bring the knife to kill the beast that brings the WORD to them complete with time to eat filter out the lumps get a bandana it catches all the grounds from the home made coffee when a nappy not arounds. Too late the lunch hour comes too late the brunch is over we had a rousing party but yew missed it in your haste for hasty pudding and strong coffee. Fat men sweat they wear sweaty dirty clothing and they stink they positively stench they dab a too small nappy at the forehead and hope no one notices they did it they do not want them to notice the splotches under the arm pits the long flowing river under nose the holes under the leather uppers of the shoes not able then to find the store to purchase new ones after all is said and done this little dance seems close to over when you go to lunch to eat the hasty pudding do ewe want one lump or many.
