Friday, October 21, 2016

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.