Tic Toc, Capisce?

YOU MAY BE WONDERING

Why I’m Not Amused & Awake At This Unholy Hour …

Not Now.  Back in the Pre-Dawn Morning.  Hanging Under The Moon.

Scribbling Away.  Blogging-It-The-Hell-Out-Of-Me.  Trying To Post Up.

“At My Office.  The Place Where Work Finds Me.  Whenever It Needs A Strip Of Flesh … Go Home, Son.”

 

IT’S NEARLY 3 AM

I Must Be Lonely?

How Matchbox Twenty Played It.  Sure.  That’ll Work Fine.

I’m Not Singing About The Time.  Or, Morris Day.

Where’d My Jungle Love Go?  To Get My Mood Adjusted.  Like 1984.

 

I’M HERE & NOT IN MY BED SLEEPING

Because Incompetency Demands My Presence … 

Not My Incompetence.  I Know You Weren’t Thinking That. 

I’m Doing Just Fine Managing The Tribe … Mentoring.  Motivating.  Placating.

Dealing With The Gross Irresponsibility Of Sundry Bullsh!t In Business … It What This Irritable Hiccup Is About.

 

AN UNTIDY MESS

Will Not Fix ItselfSo, It’s All On Me.  Over Me.

Bad Karma.  Pay Back Way Back, B!tch.  Fate Gone Stinky?

“Lies Are Vomit.

And, I’m Wearing Someone Else’s Puke.  Like A Poncho That’s Lost Its Teflon-Coating.

 

REAL DEADLINES = REAL CONSEQUENCES

Getting Closer, And Closer, Passing By … Until The Guillotine Falls …    

I Don’t Look Particularly Good Headless.  Who Does These Days?  Okay, Maybe From The Shoulders South …  

Thank you.

The Project (Situation) Deadline Drops Hard This Morning.

 

WENÜLLBEE ®

Phonetically-Speaking (Pretty Sure It’s Scandinavian, or IKEA‘n) For …

“When I’ll Be …”

Sashaying My Melon – Who’s Sad That I Won’t Be Moseying My Way Around Anymore? – On To The Next Big Thing.

Getting Ready To Get Ready … C’mon Back Here … Like I Never Left.

 

SO, THIS ONE’S FOR ALL THE ADORABLE DINKS, DOFUSSES + DONKEYS …

Please, Get Your Collective, Uncooperative, Disjointed Crapola Together – Put It In A Sealable Ziploc Plastic Baggy – Freeze It If You Must …  

When You’re Over Paid To Do Something You Agreed To Do:

Use Any Over-Hyped, Branded Slogan You Like, Except …

… Just Do It Don’t F@ck It Up … For Me.

 

THE BECAUSE & WHY IT MATTERS

The Cojones In The Death Vice Grip … 

Are The Same Original Pair Attached To The-Under-Carriage-Of-The-Man Whose Fingers Are Tickling-The-Keyboard Writing This Mess …

And, He Needs Them For Something, Nearly Everything.

… More Than This.

 

MY EYES ARE BUGGY

Pinky.  Itchy.  Twitchy.

Slo-Mo Slur The Words.  Mo-Mo-Mo.  Tired.

I’m Bugging Out For Now.  Oh, Mercy.

“I May Never Rant-Write On 3 Hours Sleep, Again.”

 

Photo by Burst at Pexels

“3 A.M.” Songwriters: Robert Thomas, Brian Yale, John Goff, John Joseph Stanley                 © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

“Jungle Love” Songwriters: Morris Day, Prince Rogers Nelson
© Universal Music Publishing Group

7 thoughts on “Tic Toc, Capisce?

    • Michael A. Kuch

      Great advice. Thank you, Yonnie. I don’t like venting or ranting, but its best to exercise feelings in writing than to manifest negativity elsewhere. It’s been a run down past couple weeks. Yes, rest is needed and coming.

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    • inhiscare753

      You are certainly welcome. Writing does help to express feeling, gives that exhale moment. Paper moment release works great to get it out. When we are exhausted first reactions scream loudest. Take care, rest belongs to you. Feel the breeze.

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