Mumble Bunny Dreams about Retirement ~ Thursday, October 16, 2025

Mumble Bumble stumbles down the staircase
underneath he hears the laughter, says less
moves stiffly as if he wears a peg leg
beautiful women watch him climb up close
laughter from his children, what does he care
erase the past with each step, such a loss

Bumble Mumble can do without, to lag
under the weight of his corpulent heft
multiple people say start with your core
but he devours apples leaving the stem
leaving this world behind, body and mind
entering the eternal thunderstorm

surfing the ocean of ideas to mend
troubles as a result of his short shrift
unsympathetic suffering for change
murder the ephemeral soul and stew
blindly in the darkness, sit and unthink
lest the self awakens and seeks revenge
exit the sorrow of a sugarcube
soft and malleable, how could he stow

dissidents in his carry-on and thank
obsolete blue jeans for ventilation
work until the stars disappear, the cove
needlessly hides the ancient gods, no cure

thankfully for body image but love
honesty destroys policy with care
endless rants of ideology save

sovereignty within a vintage notion
tumble down the staircase like Chevy Chase
as if life were a comedy routine
if only Mumble Bumble were funny
right is never wrong if Chris Farley chose
careers in comedy, in a lifetime
as if one in a million gives rotund
stumble tumble Bumble Mumble fanny
exhibitionists a chance before doom

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