Many, say that I have nothing.
Some, feel I have too much.
I only know of Suchness
and surround myself
with such and such.

Mood Rings, guitar strings
A never ending list of things.

A globe, to show
Earth's roundness.
Maps, to prove it's flat.
A pot, in which
to heat my beans,
or be John Chapman's hat.

Headphones,
to keep my ears warm
on the Dark Side of the Moon.
A collection of old and evil
McDonalds' coffee spoons.

A wonderful Whoopie Cushion,
that creates a funny sound,
or becomes a handy life raft,
so G.I. Joe wont drown.

Stacks and stacks of albums.
Some, with covers I can find.
Most, cut in half and written on
to make a Yard Sale sign.

But never ever Savoy Brown,
they have such great design.

Please Don't Eat the Children
There's Blood upon the Rock.
Extinct Tyrannosaurus Rex,
pre-Beatles taking stock.

Crawl space 78s,
great for shooting skeet.
Take your sights off of the Okehs,
they make me move my feet.

A George Wallace campaign button,
back before he was alive.
A giant one, that shows the image
of all five of Dave Clark 5

An Evel Knevel thermos
Yosemite Sam glasses and candle
Davy Crockett lunch box
Hogan's Heroes, minus handle

I love my old View-Master,
when electricity can't be used.
I know my jumper cables
would make Vepco blow a fuse.

I've no need
to wait for reruns.
"Land of the Giants",
I never hid.
I did not lose
my "Moon Landing"
the way that NASA did.

There's several Lincoln Libraries,
to prohibit being dumb.
Stan Lee, for true believers
and a table full of Crumbs.

That nasty Fuller Brush Man
taught me how to use my thumb.

There's a battery powered Gentle Ben
and metal toys from Cracker Jack.
A plastic Mr. Peanut
Dig 'Em Frog from SUGAR Smacks.

My wife still has her Mrs. Beasley.
Time misplaced Howdy's bandana.
I hope my future wife holds on
to her Hannah Montana.

Very little goes away.
I'm surprised there's room
for kids and spouse.
Millions of Legos,
for the day
that the kids can build a house.

I guess it all
just goes to show
that I'm a sentimental sap.
My cluttered life
serves to help you know
how much I'm full of crap.

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