Spell Funky First

The words came first

Who created the words

Each of us as we arrived (born)

How, instant, record, play, sim,

Why, not why, just is. Not even creator knows.

Words first, word first, first word,

Computers first word

Or computers first, no word first

Word first, cloud rain scrabble letters.

Creator mad. Send flunky to pick up letters.

Flunky whine, more flunkies to help.

Flunkies learn to spell junky.

Monkey, funky, spelunk, uncle, antsy moray.

Apples and nuts cut buts and sluts.

But too much Such, In as much way too much.

And of course, not enough.  But I deserve it.

Will work for food.  Zoom. Letters all up Sir.

Dismissed. Right turn Clyde. You mean Left Turn Clyde.

And Rocky Balboa is knocked out.

Hear that? What? Ringing bell. Angel got wings.

Well, I never been to Spain.

But I’ve been to jail in Clarksville.

I don’t recall.

I really can’t remember.

This is November.

On, December what does it matter.

@purplehayes58

12-16-2020

Walk Away

Blacklist me.  

Walk Away.

Curse me.      

Walk Away.

Bully me.          

Walk Away.

Evict me.          

Walk Away.

Analyze me.      

Walk Away.

Materialize me.

Walk Away.

Number me.      

Walk Away.

Restrain me.

Walk Away.

Mask me.

Walk away.

Distance me.

Walk away.

Lie to me.

Walk away.

Limit me.

Walk away.

Destroy me.

Walk away.

Anger me.

Walk away.

Leave me.

Walk away.

Walk away.

Walk the other way.

Threaten me.

 I Walk your way.

@purplehayes58

12-16-2020

As the Words Stream to Me

“A ruin! A ruin! I will make it a ruin!” – Ezekiel 21:27   2 1 27

What will be the next stone in the democratic republic of hate of the great divide and conquer.  To separate the spirit of souls.  Ezekiel holds pen in a divine claw of suspended virtual hypocrisy of claims, illuminated by disruption.  Sanctified by clean clops of mud.  Sanitized with droplets of blood bloated, blocked, and eroded with fear.  The smears of hand prints paint reflections of twins. Twins that float on a boat of blues with no hope.  But the dope twice inhaled has stoned the pope who cloaks all that listen for the Bear.  Unaware, unawake, undead! Fed, red, and lead to slaughter.  Please sir. May I have another.  Time darns not.  Prayers ring empty. Missions turn away. Brothers seek death. Shame is openly shared.  Insanity repeated and downloaded.  Firewalls, codes, back tracked and left open. Loop holes buy one get more loop holes for an infinity of aces and eights.  The slate salty and wiped.  Just for you my pretty one.  A rare trap.  A rap trap of rat tramps. Rat a tat trap. Are you a Sap. Hold the applause! Waiting on the End of sin Mr. Twin. Come on in and lend.

@purplehayes58

12/14/2020

Funny Money

I’m listening.

Talk to me.

I hear a whisper.

Scream so I can hear.

That’s it. There you go.

You are singing my song.

Come on. Commit.

Get the rhythm or the blues.

Look for the one with green eyes.

The Tiffany twisted eyes.

Let me watch you strut.

And hear you screech.

Bring to halt doubts.

About registering some cash.

Let them hear  elementary money talk.

Any language of coins.

As long it will fold.

We’ll find a way to spend it.

So, voice send it.

I’ll be your pay pal.  Let debit your apple pay hot stuff.

And you can google my pay all day.

I was born to boogie. I got the boogie-woogie cold hard cash seeing green blues.

Money to burn.

Cash for trash.

Bills for thrills.

And a dollar to make you holler.

I’m done working for a handful of dimes.

Punching my ticket to riches and new britches.

Ha!  Thought I was going to say I need two phones.

One for plug one for the load.

One for a female cat one for the dough dog.

Cute aren’t I.

Money, money.

Yea I know it Mony, mony.

I like my version better.

Money is the root of all evil.

No, it’s the love of money that is evil.

You win some you lose some.

Show me the money I got ramble.

I got to gamble. Don’t give that one last silver dollar.

I  don’t need change I need folding money.

Mad money, furious money, slush fund money.

No petty cash unless it leads to Fort Knox.

Along the way throw in the chicks for free.

Money for nothing.

You keep the shaft.

And I’ll take the gold mine.

I knew  you wouldn’t mind.

Cause I’ll share.

Trust funds for everyone.

You daughters and son of guns.

That was some funny money.

You know fake cash with Trump 2020.

The newest Biden with the Mask of Blade.

Speaking of grass.  Alas.

Green keep it coming.

I’m through thumbing.

Are  we clear?  Keep it humming you are crystal clear.

I want to be rich. I want to be rich.  Sing it.

Charlie Rich,  Johnny Cash, Eddie Money there all here.

They told me where to hear you sing and you’ll give me easy money on Easy Street.

Down Cash for Free Lane.  Take a left on Abundance Tree Avenue.  No Dead Presidents Ends.

In this 411Town. Only Powerball winners for life.  Money it’s what’s in my wallet.  Cash back free miles of smiles

Marvelous. Marvelous.  Money, millions, billions, trillions,  what’s in a name.

My stash.  Let’s throw a bash.  Got plenty of hash.  Got tons of jack, hack, and fins. 

Life is funny when you have tons of money. 

I know of what you think.  Money won’t buy happiness.

 It won’t but it will put it on layaway.

I spent half my life unhappy.  Might as well test that theory.  I’m ready.

  Here I am. Rock me with a Money Hurricane. 

@purplehayes58

12/9/2020