Too Much Stimuli

Just was thinking write now as I was finishing up the old blog for the books (Nekkid Came da Manatee, donthcaknow!) and I was just looking over at the pile of newspapers that I gots laying around just a-waitin' 2 B or not 2 B red and I suddenly had the thought suprise and hit and curse me that there is simply

too much stimuli

in this world,

I mean/looka tithi sway,
you can break it down into poetry if you want
or you can just write what you feel,
but either way/come what may/

We've got too much crap around us:

Music advertising billboards flashing lights computer screens sirens noise people interrupting our daily reverie, all sorts of things like that - and there's so much that we want to DO - we wanna watch that TV show, see that movie, go to that restaurant, take in that ride, go to wherever that thing is that we saw an ad for and really want to go see . . .

and I'm not even TALKING about all the stuff we want to buy/purchase/obtain.

Holy mudder o'God you couldn't never talk about in one time/volume/sitdown session - you couldn't write it down even if you had a lifetime to do so . . .

all the things we want to buy! Whoa!

Too much stimuli. Too many ads. Too many things coming at me from all sides.

Makes me just want to make bad rhymes, all the times, them make a pipin' hot cup o'tea . . .

then lay down beside thee,
and forget all the worries and troubles and cares
and fall asleep in my lady's arms,
slumber in her charms.

. . . yup - getting a little bit maudlin now.

Better go!

Cheerio!

VG