Vagabond mind, your backpack filled with marbles, kaleidoscopes, and fairy dust, where do you roam today? You scooted out the door when I pulled out the checkbook. You know I’ll find the bill for the fifth copy of “Field of Dreams.” Why don’t you pitch a tent in a field of daisies and chase butterflies?
Or maybe you can wander over to the cute neighbor next door, and overwhelm her with your brilliant wit. Maybe you can convince her to wash your dirty clothes.
I’m much happier without your constant chatter, your fears of the apocalypse, your anxieties about sharks in the bathtub, and your chasing after the meaning of life. I’m fed up with you flittering off when I need you most. I’m done with you. Get out of my life and let me watch the soaps in peace.
published in Doctor Funny
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