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Facebook Boobs

© 2010 Jeff Albrecht

February 6, 2010

 

I guess I’m just a facebook boob caught up by chests inflated

I clicked a box marked single after entering my birth day

As if by magic forces there a farce did then erupt

The chests of girls depicted in advertisements did grow

I have two brains that you might know, one above and one below

I call this Richard Cranium and Dick the one below.

My life involves the discipline and confusion of their lies

As I strive to understand a balance allowing members to elucidate or grow

as Dick digresses forward growing Richard that more dimmer. I hope to find a facebook boob whose

chest might fit my zipper. Damn it, knock it off Dick. Umm sorry about that…

double entendre and innuendo are a tangent for later intercourse <doh!>

Facebook boobs grew bigger as their tales grew tails so wicked that I felt obliged to dicker

OK I gota get a hold of myself cum on this is serious! Doh! See what I mean about my Richard growing dimmer?

With a paypal nudge down under from Dick Zipper while Richard shuddered Dick believed the proclamation from the statuesque post statutory blonde: “I’m looking for older men”

Now I offer this pledge reviewed in these words telling.

I will not succumb to facebook boobs. I will retain Richard upon my shoulders while allowing Dick his place. I detest the commercial exploitation of the differences of our genders. I enjoy the femininity of a woman’s grace while demand for she and me that we take our place together as equals not apart. Sharing life’s living of daily triumphs and tragedies respecting space while sharing space I hope to find myself in a space in space not spaced with space in place. What I mean to say is that something worth having can not be pursued. But I wouldn’t mind if in this time, without a line I might find something so sublime. Just a prime time for a two of us to become as one in time. Now if it’s not my time for this, I know that I have won some time by writing this and sharing it this time. Thanks for listening.

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I’m Glad I’m Sad

(November 2009)

I’m so sad, but no I’m glad. I’m glad I know I’m sad!

Without sad how can I be glad?

Without glad nor sad a bland grey world would be quite so boring.

But I wouldn’t know it. I’m glad I’m sad. But wait, I’m glad!

Through life born bawling might be brawling

learn to crawl to learn to walk we may run from here or run to there.

We often all may stumble then choose to take our lumps and live

I’m sore from lumps, I thought I’d try a birth again.

Bawling not brawling crawled again, now walking perhaps I’ll run to leap and soar!

I’m glad I stumbled! I know I’m sore, perhaps I’ll soar.

– jeffa