It is eating my time alive

It is fatal frippery

Terminal twiddlethumbing

Toxic Enjoyment

When I wake up I find

That the Fun God Fungus

Has given me more coins

More tickets

More lives

And so I sit on the edge of my bed

For maybe forty-five minutes

And wrestle with opponents

Or make things blow up

Or figure out a word

Finally I come to my senses

And look myself in the bathroom-vanity eye

And say (I swear) “Be Careful.”

I have Be Carefulled myself

Almost every day for years

And till now it has meant

“Be Careful whilst flossing and brushing;

Your teeth are not spring chickens”

But now

Today

It means

Be Careful

Not to leak

The rest

Of your life away

On pointless

Non

Con

Struc

Tive

Empty

Enjoyment.

Most of me nods

And thinks Whew,

Thank Goodness

The Right Track is back!

But the little I-Wanna Weasel

Chuckles and says

Smugly,

“I’ve heard that one

Before

And I will hear it

Again.”
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Naturally, after I posted the poem the question arose: What IS the best use of my time right now? A two-hour drawing followed. It is flawed, and, despite the two hours, rushed. I hope the viewer will derive some (non-shallow, heh heh) enjoyment from the cryptic storytelling involved, and perhaps from the crude force of the draughtsmanship.

This one is atypical of my drawings in that the drawing details are in caption form at the bottom, and part of the image. I may do this more, and the images thus captioned may become postcards, or refrigerator magnets, or elements for a gallery-like montage. Time will tell.