Craig WiRoLL

I'll never contribute to society,
With these "gifts" you've given me.
They're obscure and confusing,
Myself is all that I'm amusing.
You say, "well yeah that's their fault,
They don't even respect the great Foucault".
But no you are the one who's wrong,
The only one who likes this song.
Singing alone, you sing it for days,
You praise yourself and ignore the ways.
The ways you hurt, the ways you lie,
That lying twinkle in your eye.
Out in the wild, or in the home,
Best by yourself, wherever you roam.

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I press on the earth & it presses back.
We are in harmony today.
Some days — we do not see eye to eye.
Respect sometimes lost. Mostly gained.
Forever filling the cookie jar of mutual admiration.
By the time it’s almost full - it’s time to say goodbye.
Are the treats wasted on the old?
No, it’s the gathering of them that’s the thrill.
We are coy in our joy of the struggle.

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I recently discovered my (and Clenn Close’s) ancestors were philandering Quakers thanks to PBS’s “Finding Your Roots”. (Grandpa?) John S. Worrall was charged with fornication and quickly expelled from the Quaker meeting group.

I guess rebellion is in my genes. Any other Wirolls/Worrells/Worralls/etc. who came upon this nugget of Worralldom?

I’ve never met another Wiroll in my life so it would be nice to connect!

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I always thought we’d have forever, so I tucked you away for a rainy day.

Problem is the arid climate.

No rain now. In fact, I can’t remember the last time it rained. It may never rain again.

Use it now. Don’t let your food spoil. Take the bubble wrap off. Don’t be afraid of dents and dings. You have it — use it.

You’ll regret not having the chance.

Dessert for dinner.

This feels wrong. But, nothing’s ever felt right. Not right in the moment.

Time decides.

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Craig WiRoLL

Craig WiRoLL

Wiroll.com — attempting to arrange sentences in amusing ways since ‘87 • Peace Corps // Mozilla // White House (44) // AmeriCorps • Oregon ❤ Wisconsin