Avocado Rotary Wall Phone
All my feelings have taken on a hazy effect, like my heart has forgotten how to feel strongly, and my memory can’t even recall
So I put on my galoshes and try to figure out how to wade through this game called Life, when it’s more like Monopoly and I’m always trying to rob Peter to pay Paul and Mary because the tax man cometh and he always wants more than his fair share
And all those people who promised they’d never leave me are all gone, and my avocado rotary wall phone never rings, and the pencil waits at the ready to dial a number but I’ve forgotten how to use the phone book or call information, and I didn’t really want to talk to anyone anyway
So I fill the tub with hot water and Mr. Bubble and climb in with a glass of Cold Duck and take a handful pills which are really just Smarties left over from the last Halloween, and I push the radio off the side of the tub with my toe into the water but the music just goes dead because it’s a transistor that I used to carrying around in my bike basket with the plastic flowers
And I think how the 70’s and 80’s ruined me for the 2000’s and this place sucks because our president now reminds me of numerous ex-boyfriends with tiny penises who loved to gaslight everyone and lie to themselves about being good people, when in fact they were narcissistic assholes who cared nothing for no one, and they’re raising armies of people exactly like them, influenced by social media and their need to be the center of everything
So I don’t fucking care anymore and wish the world would fuck off
Mr. Bubbles has it made with you.
I loved this. I can’t explain why, but it hit me like a cinder block.
As I can’t explain why I wrote it, or where it came from really, as it was just a sort of stream of consciousness post. Thanks so much!
I’m glad a came across it. 😉
Sad times, so long as we remember better days there is always hope…and bubbles, mustn’t forget the bubbles 😎 *hugs*