Friday, September 01, 2017

This, got in the way of that.. and

This, got in the way of that, America went bonkers.. took the day off, traveled to the path, bought ZZ Top Cheap Sunglasses.. plopped their butt in a lawnchair, and had two minutes of ecstasy. For some, this (clouds) got in the way of that - and wtf happened.

This, got in the way of that, a baby happened, and life, as we knew it, would never be the same.

This, got in the way of that, and the now oldest child chirped "Hey! What about me?!"

This, got in the way of that, and the now middle child said "OH NO!!!"

This, got in the way of that, and eventually Alex went to the bench.

This, got in the way of that, he passed out, never got his Whopper.

This, got in the way of that, The Indians won the pennant, the Royals weren't in it.. Ned went to farm, Dayton looked for an arm.. Scotty Boras swept the big ones away. 2018, playing "the farm."

This, got in the way of that, and The Border War ended (temporarily.)

This, got in the way of that, flooding, devastation, life change happened.

This, got in the way of that, fender bender happened.

This, got in the way of that, and the bartender said "nope, sorry... no more."

This, got in the way of that, and Quick Loan happened, and that got in the way of Advance America...

This, got in the way of that - incarceration happened.

This, got in the way of that - as it came to poor little Jimmy's turn for Red Rover Red Rover send Jimmy right over.

This, got in the way of that - and Myspace, pagers, fax machines, Blockbuster, Dial Up, 401K's in 2008 went "uh oh, I'm outta here."

This, got in the way of that, an election happened and caused us to say, "How did we get there?"

Sadness, got in the way of happiness - and the test of life continued.

This, got in the way of that, and someone here reading thought "Damn I'm getting tired of seeing those words."

Death, got in the way of one's life - and for the remaining, it just hasn't been the same.

This (dating), got in the way of that (huh uh) and "too big, too small, too tall, doesn't make enough money, makes too much money - I'd never make it, lives too far away, getting to know another family, do I really one wanna do this again?... yeah but......"

This, distance/time, got in the way of friendship - but when meeting again it was just like the old days.

This, "need space", got in the way of that (2), one on the run, the other attempting pun.

By Henry Gibson. May your oxidation not get in the way - so your chewing gum won't lose it's flavor on the bedpost tonight.

Love, Victurd

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