I attempt to find my Zen
At the bottom of a beer can
While reminding myself
That regardless of the chaos around me
I must learn to find some peace
I have searched high and low for it
Overturned furniture
Flipped mattresses
Dug holes in the yard
Tried to fuck a path to it
You elusive bitch
You are burrowed somewhere within me
I need directions to find you
Where did I put that fucking map?
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Fat Bottom Girl Said What 
Poetry is over my head normally, and this one reminds me I forgot to get beer on the way home tonight.
Damn that Bud Light Lime!! lol
I had a similar experience in an attempt to find my Pez…
I have never understood the appeal of Pez as a candy. The only thing cool about Pez is the containers they come in! 😉
I agree. They are flavored chalk pellets. Not very exciting. But certainly more tasty than the chalk I ate in elementary school.
That explains it. . . .you ate chalk in elementary school!! hahaha 😉
I think it was elementary school. Or was it that driver’s safety course I took after getting that speeding ticket. I can’t remember. I tell you what, though; I never suffer from acid reflux.
And I bet when you fart, it looks like it did when you had to stay after school and clap erasers together!!
HAHAHA! And that’s with my pants acting as a filter! Otherwise it’s like a bomb going off in a baby powder factory 😉
hahaha
Substitute Zen for patience and you are me!
Sometimes they’re sort of the same things though, aren’t they?
I like.
Denmother
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Can I have a beer?
I need one right now too, but am trying to let my liver rest after the long weekend! lol
Smart gal