The Jetsoning of the world is too much too soon. Maybe that's what this blog should be about.
I've revealed that I am the most prolific and merciless of serial killers. I've invited all (without moderation) to peek into my world of upscale lifestyle/serial killing. Still, I figure my readership is not what it should be. So, now that I've once again sniffed out the zeitgeist, and that is that humanity is in opposition to the self scanner . I spoke to a customer service woman at Washington mutual and she talked like a machine. Machines and robotic phoniness are everywhere. I invit my small and silent readership to come on and voice their outrage at the attempted elimination of the supermarket checkout woman or man. C'mon. Let's do this!!
I am not very into blogging today. But, I am into follow through. I have committed to a year of following through. This will involve appealing a travesty of justice, and other things. There has always been a pleasure in trying to undo an injustice and this one is a doozy. The spinster sisters need my organizational skills and derring do and since I couldn' t help delmont klien while he lived, I must commit to making them happy in their lifetimes.
Still, Delmont deserves some blog today.
Toast
by delmont klein
The huddled masses
still are yearning.
I must go though,
my toast is burning
Dreams are dying as I mutter,
Where in the hell did I put
the butter?
Ah and ach ,
and such is life
I utter
applying cheese with a knife.
The rats race
to
their workplace
The birds fly
on by
I spread more cream cheese
on the toast
when it's butter I want most.
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