June 9, 2016

Snippets

From The Bear's Cage by Bobby-Joe Bayer (author's profile)

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May 30th, 2016

Greetings to you. I thought I would submit something you might get a kick out of reading. It might make you laugh, and they say laughter is the best medicine, right? I know it sounds a little quirky, but hey, not everyone thinks or likes the same things as everyone else. I just hope you'll enjoy it, that's all. Don't forget to give me your feedback also. Enjoy.

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There comes a time in a man's life when I've realized I have so much time on my hands that I'm going to go out in a blaze of glory and wage a war on words and put a fly in the ointment then see if I can stand my ground and think outside the box by being head and shoulders above the rest, and see if this roll of the dice will be fore me a light at the end of the tunnel or if I'll be shot down in flames, so please don't kill the messenger but give him enough hope to hang himself and don't jump to conclusions, but try to walk a mile in another man's shoes and see if he can truly prove that a picture is worth a thousand words because it's time to root hog or die, and his creative genius being put to the test is hanging by a thread as he's trying not to be a stick in the mud while he's waiting for his ship to come in, as he fans the flames and burns his bridges behind him, and will not sweat the small stuff but is happy as a pig in mud, even if he can't see the forest for the trees, he's going to stay the course and not put the cart before the horse or stop to smell the roses but will tell you to look before you leap and mention every cloud has a silver lining, and it's all water over the dam or water under the bridge, and that the race isn't over until you cross the finish line, even if you're not feeling up to par or you're up a creek without a paddle, you can still kill two birds with one stone, as long as you don't put all your eggs in one basket or count your chickens before they hatch and be the early bird that catches the worm by proving you're light on your feet and as smooth as glass because you stand alone in the crowd, even though you're not a cold fish, you like living on the razor's edge and might wish upon a star while being tied to your mother's apron strings yet you want to stand on your own two feet and have to get it in gear as you step up to the plate and write a word to the wise about six of one and a half dozen of the other and prove that the glass is half-empty or half-full and if you snooze, you lose because it's not whether you win or lose but how you play the game, and you win some, and you lose some, but it's better if you shoot first and ask questions later because you're tired of being treated like a red-headed stepchild and left high and dry or being led by the nose, and you have to toe the line because it's not always easy come, easy go, and when you're up a tree without a ladder, you can't build castles in the sky if you pinch a penny so hard that Lincoln cries, but you must ask yourself: are you a man or a mouse; so don't cut off your nose to spite your face but cross that bridge when you come to it, then throw out the baby with the bath water because that dog don't hunt and you need to shape up or ship out and put your money where your mouth is and quit crying that somebody stole your thunder because it's just a drop in the bucket and the ball is in your court, even if you're off the beaten path and under the weather, it's all coming to a head and it's time to put it in motion and add fuel to the fire or throw gas on the flames, because there's no end in sight and you don't want to go overboard, so put up or shut up and live beyond your means because money makes the world go round and you should have been born with a silver spoon in your mouth so you could shop till you drop; but since the spin of the wheel has dealt you a raw hand and you're up against the ropes, don't complain if you're hung with a new rope or even cast stones if you live in a glass house because a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush and if there's a fox in the hen house, don't let your right hand know hat your left hand is doing or paint yourself into a corner and never beat a dead hose or wish for the woon, or even have stars in your eyes, but tell everybody here's mud in your eye because from cradle to grave, you can talk a mile a minute or give till it hurts and jump around like a cat on a hot tin roof and tell folks that over my dead body and when pigs fly, is when I'll stop all this nonsense because every do has his day and since there's not end in sight, I realize I give it my best shot and it's time to throw in the towel and wash my hands of the whole thing because I now must fade into the sunset as my time has come to say goodbye.

Well, that's all folks. I hope you enjoyed it. And if not, sorry. Take care.
Bobby

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TrustinGod Posted 7 years, 2 months ago. ✓ Mailed 7 years, 2 months ago   Favorite
very good

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