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buzz buzz (a guide to making lemonade)

what to do:    
      
look God straight in the eyes      
as you hop atop a pair of golden arcs,      
splurging on low-cost pleasures.      
catch yourself a ride to an antique shop,      
on some glowing, orange beast,      
and buy every knick-knack      
or trinket that it shoves its face in.      
       
explore the Milky Way under self-inflicted      
deprivation of the senses.      
trip over every construct, and laugh      
on the way down. bully all the Martians,      
insist that Mars is the crappiest      
in Roman pantheon.      
       
beat them at kickball.      
buy them Chuck E. Cheese prizes.      
find out the "under the table" cash price.      
find a grain of sand for      
corpse parties, lolligag in gardens.      
       
be a wannabe magician      
and practice creating tiny stars.      
       
find yourself a fountain of youth,      
and throw every decripit drunk in it.      
smile at their company, and listen      
intently to all the dilapidated stories.      
exchange your shoes with the      
Cinderella-fit among them,      
and show that one your "moxy."      
       
play a game of poker with      
Artemis and Apollo,      
wipe the floor with them,      
and use the earnings to      
buy yourself a date      
with some damsel or a prince;      
whichever one at your local mall      
that happens to be wearing      
the snazziest sundress or flaxen blazer.      
       
chug lots of rivers while you're at it—      
it's hot in the desert.      
       
do whatever it is you want to do,      
and anything you can imagine,      
because you only get the one ride      
on the carousel, then it's the dirt nap,      
making fossil fuel,      
       
--and if you don't have      
the funds for any of this,      
usurp the fifth wall,      
begin the day by testing      
the hearts of anyone      
you can get to with your limbs.      
dress in your best clothes,      
and tell them you want to have      
the best day of your life.      
       
start at dawn,      
and pray to every god and goddess      
of the sun there ever was.      
       
       
what not to do:      
       
forget the shooting stars that warmed you,      
even in your castle's secret dungeon.      
       
let the hourglass run out before      
you get to slap God silly.      
 
Written by ruedabeyga
Published | Edited 20th Sep 2018
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