Wieners!

Boy, do I love wieners! There is nothing in the whole wide world that I would rather eat than wieners! It should just rain wieners from the sky.

I want to study hard- both day and night, eating all of the wieners that I can get, in and out of school, so that when I grow up I could become a great Genetic Physicist.

 I would be the very first human being to manipulate the genes of chickens, cows, pigs, and corn in order to design a whole plethora of wiener plants so that we could grow wieners, even on the moon. 

Although we would probably need more surface area to grow on in order to supply wieners to meet our gluttonous anal demands on our very own planet Earth.          

Why with all of the stores, stadiums and gas stations in the world, just imagine all of the jobs that could be created to plant, grow, harvest sort, ship, manufacture, package, distribute, cook, and sell wieners. And that’s not to mention the jobs created from picking up, hauling off, and processing the waste and refuse from the consumers of wieners.

We would, most likely, need to create a whole other moon for agricultural use- a lot like making more land in Florida by hauling sand and rock out beyond the beach to sell to trust-fund babies who pretend to be builders and try to conceal their love for wieners, while building condominiums, for people to buy who do not know any better, but love a good wiener also.

Only we would use the garbage accumulated from the lunches of the various trades, and the trash we import from all of the restaurants and people of Canada, that also love to, sell, cook, and eat wieners, bond it all together with used aluminum foil from ovens, grills, and packaging, so that the man made terra firma would have plenty of different spices and herbal qualities to create many different flavors of wieners.

We could even have different kinds of wieners depending on what part of Regurgiterra that they were grown and harvested from. I mean, hey, we have got plenty of Mustard weed already. Why not? Right? I mean, they get two dollars for a wiener.

Zachery S. Polk/Prospect Studio

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"If The Trees Could Talk"

If the trees could talk-
they'd talk to you.
If the trees could talk-
they'd talk to me too.
If the trees could talk
it'd be all they'd do- it'd seem
If the trees could talk
they wouldn't talk- they'd scream

If the trees could talk,
we'd all be out on a limb.
If the trees could talk
our chance to talk would be slim,
If the trees could talk
their bark wouldn't be what's to fear
It'd be the words that they'd say
and the things that we'd have to hear.

"The Penofile"

My latest idea stems from cleaning the dirt from beneath my nails with a pen from one of those dime stores. The pen is in the commemoration of a quill. It is made of plastic but has a "blade of a feather on it. It looks rather like a plastic knife. I envisioned a piece of emery board cemented the blade. The tip of the blade is for digging excess amounts of dirt etc... from beneath the nails prior to DOING THE DISHES, which happens to be the only thing I can do that gets my hands clean enough to be a considerate lover. Batteries are not needed. The only disclaimer I can make for this product is.... there is no sink or sweetheart included. And that happens to be the same as if you are waiting for food in the soup line or living under a viaduct alongside of a stream or in  a VAN down BY THE RIVER.
This invention is not a gag. Look for it on kickstarter.com on a computer near you!

"ZachAttack"

Not sure WHO's Lighting my FUSE... but if you don't" #standsoclosetome‪
you won't get blood on you're uniform!
I'm like a roulette wheel baby- if you don't play it can't pay.
and it don't matter what they got they got to say.
 If the winds blowing right we can laugh all night and
you'll chart the course back to where I lay.
But don't get scared if I swear- or of the webs in my lair.
You'll like the smell of bacon N E WAY.
And if I grate the potatoes just right you'll love every bite-
and there's no charge but you'll want to pay.
 And if your cars leaking fuel Be careful 'fore we duel
cause the price, baby, it's high to pay.
And if you want to be sure... that there's a treatment or cure-
Well, you better rethink it today cuz
I just climbed out of the rack
and I'm having a ZachAttack
and the world might not have had coffee yet.
But I'm willing to bet that the best aint happened yet
but if you pay attention I'm sure it will roll Cuz
the days just takin off despite this chronic cough
I'm not winning but I'm not quite yet paid.
And when I am I can rest- and anyone will attest
that this fight's something everyone should let go today
ZSP

No Joke

Some day I'll have my own Ideas
 and I'll be Original
not jumping up and down like Mike-
my own Individual
and you won't find me Vice-bound
 by Consumerism
or hanging by the thread of a Fad or clung
to the throw-backs smellin' the funk
of my Residualism
or hanging out the window of an
owed-on automobile
trying to put up a front like
I'm Gold
to a woman who is painted in a
stolen glow and clothed
in garments she took from
Fred Sanford's store
smelling like she just got off of a
fishing boat
where we see feces
she's got under her nails
it'll make you choke and then
I won't need to tell you
that I'm no joke my Friend

Selling Construction/Painting Jobs

Here is a free bit of advice on how to sell a job: If you have no finish carpentry experience and cannot think like the elements, then it is impossible to perform a job and have it done with the confidence that it will last like it's supposed to. It's not just a matter of slining paint, it's about the steps needed for an actual preservation. If you cannot deal with that, you will never make more than ten bucks an hour, and you will never be able to stay busy earning a living. Just a bit of wisdom from an expert.

Here's  video with important trades related information.
Trade Secrets Revealed
Peace, Love, Care- Zachery Polk