Ackee Soup

By Giggles Anderson

Buy the Invention
of a lifetime.
Borrow a dollar.
Lien a friend.

A spray that unsticks.

The Stuck.

Too much pen play?
Don’t worry.
She makes ink go away.

Robin blew paint on your denim?
No worries.
Gone, before the egg drop soup
grows cold.

Black scuffs
on pumps of red patent leather?
Don’t flutter a feather.

Watch as the orange sensation
whips them.  Into shape?

Into submission.

Safe words:  Buy one, get one Freed.

Introduce your white Gogo boots
to this sensible friend.
They’ll be married by Noon.

No mo’ marr’d
means plenty of space
for emotional scars.

Take a seat on The Couch.
Spread your thoughts on the coffee table.
No time for shy.

The Pole will find another lost girl.
Take Her.  For a spin.

Life.  Dance.

What a choice:
Pillar to Post or
Pillow to Pole.

Put your shoes on.
The world is not a safe place.

Well, not for girls.

Open wide for the nice doctor.
Lollipops will be distributed upon exit.
Sugar-free, of course.

Cry.
Several mind lines are either missing
or didn’t bother to show up.
Child.  Lost.
Misplaced loyalty.  Found.
Childhood.  Lost.
Insight.  Out.

Outlook.
Cloudy with a chance of rain.
You can have anything you want,
for a fee.  A nickel for a single thought:
A bad friend is an mild-mannered enemy.

Tell me how you feel for a dollar-fifty each hour.

Smile.
A select few have been stolen
by a smoking-hot degenerate
wearing a Bob Marley t-shirt.

He was holding a ham sandwich.
How did you miss that?

Get angry.
You denied the value
of your own truth.

Tomorrow shows up,
Plotting revenge.
Sends a letter:
Dear Day-
Light a candle. Wish for night.
Yesterday is waiting for you.

As a ringing endorsement,
Spoon kicks Cup in the gut.

Cringe.
You can’t afford your own anger.
You’re over your credit limit.

Or so the Bank repeatedly tells
the woman on your voicemail.

Why do Shrinks take words from the mind
when they can take gum from the shoe?

Maybe I should send out a few samples.