Smidgens
I studied at the University of Hair Net
Kissed warm fuzzy college students
Who lamented with their notes,
Baked synapses in mom’s microwave,
Slurped on their own noodle, Noggins
Simmered at winter break,
Spicy sometimes at spring,
Gone… when summer hit
Me square in the heart
I received my Masters of Wig
Sought a position at smarty pants
But, the job was beat out of me
By my old friends, the fuzz
Who tossed their notes away
Cooked up resumes on a candy Apple
Basted a salary over a burning bank account
Simmered a 41k, spiced with stocks, Hairlines
Gone, when the economy hit
Them square in the checkbook
Fantastic
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Love this one!
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Reblogged this on GUM: Growing up Millennial.
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I absolutely love this! Thank you for stopping by my blog. I am glad I checked yours out.
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Reblogged this on Michael's Origins and commented:
This is pretty cute! Author I believe is Elan Mudrow
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Wonderful whimsey.
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This was so much fun!! 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻
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This was pretty cool. Amazing what you can do with words and poetry. So much in so little.
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lol!
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I was one of those with ” Baked synapses in mom’s microwave” but I’m thinking of brain destruction at the nearest bar!
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Thoroughly enjoyed reading this…delightful journey down memory lane….;)
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