Cookie & Breadstick got together

at start and stop dinner
 
 
and lived well-off Divinity for a while

it’s very rich

and everything crumby

until things got stale,

and Breadstick went to hell…

he needed the heat to stay hard

Cookie getting all Betty Crocker with a need to conform…

becoming a secret Cutter

who never dared to use Sprinkles,

Or Icing,

Or even Powdered Sugar,

without Stick’s go ahead, who

mean-time

morphed into the Doughboy

Burying Pills in his breadbasket to get through dinner

while Cookie Cutter hit the sauce pretty hard,

mixing up rum balls

(to cover)

burning Pan several times in the process

–and most associated utensils–

and it was inevitable that both glutens eventually batched out,

retiring to the shelves of the Big 4 store from which Breadstick and Cookie Cutter hailed, to await the return to

the Baker

–the real Baker—

all sixes & sevens & sum

13’s.

 
I’m going rogue—

unappreciated Life

becoming an Id Beater,

joining his·band

since Id’s a lousy, overgrown brat…

Id toys with me like a favorite, dilapidating plaything

a scene stager that knows-Id-all, and tells Super Ego

every chance Id gets
 
 

Id gets plenty,

A minor that’s F(n) major

Id’s scale made to order

and spoiled like carrion

Id does carry on

Never ever asking Y, strangely enough,

except when I·Z but I’ll

foil Id evening

sow,

I’ll

wrap Id’s cuts in badinage, and put Id in an

err-less

container, until Id behaves

…

A bit of add-vice

(don’t)

Don’t coddle your Ids,

for all people say they are just like you

or cater to ‘em,

they’ll wage tantrums

they’ll never stand down, if you do,

beating on ear drums the daylong

and are

quite likely to stay with you forever,

running up electric bills, and writing checks you can’t cash.

talk to the hand

but favor

the thumb

since thumb is the one

that gets the job done

it taps

on the apps

that make your life run

it texts

of what’s next

and pulls out a plum

it hitches

when sitches

require you gun

rotors

on motors

to get to and from

it twiddles

a little

its opposite chum

and rules

in the school

by measuring some

and waves

nose on face

when you’re having fun

then plants

when it can’t

green under the sun