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the folly of my favorite pastime
and easily, I did just that
gathered all my marbles in the tinfoil hat
erected sculptures of fantastic precision
reaching ever higher in the spire of my vision
hail to the victor of imaginary wars!
with charisma that roars, women swoon in scores!
his sack packs the knack that the other macks lack!
his boldness wins gold on most any old track!
he games all the games in his inner-game, jack!
he soars above love cause the doves all call back!
but reality calls and he falls with a splat
and I gather my thoughts with a sensible hat
We're halfway there! Phew! I don't know about you guys, but I'm starting to run out of things to talk about! Good thing there are so many good prompts online.
Like this one from imaginary garden with real toads: The Folly. For my folly, I chose my favorite pastime; zoning-out and daydreaming. In my mind, I always catch the key touchdown or make a crucial defensive stand. My favorite fantasy is where I have the power of precognition and deadly hand-to-hand fighting prowess. Sometimes I save the world, but most of the time I conquer it and split it up with my trusted generals (for further clarification, please see the subtitle of this blog.) And I always, always, always get the girl, unless I have the moral highground, a point which I may not get the woman, but we all learn a valuable lesson before I surrender the moral highground by conquering the globe and forcing the woman who spurned me in my own imagination to a lifetime of toenail-clipping duty...
Perhaps I've shared too much... Anyway, that's my folly. What's yours? ;)