One From Brendan 11

 

Before reading, be advised this is just art and words on a screen...it's not meant to offend..thank you.. 

Here! .. have a cigarette ! have a pack!....no? awwww what's wrong? did mommy and daddy tell you not too?. did the dr say it's just too bad? i have zero morals so why should you?...boo hoo - now take a drag, suck it up fuzzball...hey you!, yeah you staring at the donuts and worried about the calorie counting? take the dam donut!, take the whole box and eat the lot, have all the Donuts you can eat ! what's wrong?,  no fat shaming here, I’m being sarcastic ......what about you?, yeah the one that's too depressed, nihilistic, socially awkward, i would say go get help but wake up, your brains gone bye bye..keep playing with yourself,you will go blind.. .hey pretty selfie addicted taker, constantly posting on FB!, no matter what angle you take , you can't shine a turd.... look up to me! the Enabler! i want you to fail...hey gambler?, you worried and guilty about losing your family life savings?  go gamble it now, or give it to me and i'll blow smoke up your butt.....hey kid, been watching too much Tik-Tok?, keep on watching, you be no smarter than a puppy eating it's own poop soon..oh don't allow my cute fluffy face to fool you......Screw working hard, you're the hamster on the big wheel going nowhere while i laugh in your loser face chewing on a powerpuff carrot bar, mentally enslaved you all are..... you can't even bend spoons..you're a failure......the Enabler will help you...kids...it's not your fault ......i am The Enabler...i encourage Failure and humiliation..if every one of you are all losers then there are no winners..if everyone is screwed up then no one is screwed up,  if nobody showers or takes a bath then nobody stinks of Body odour...haha..i am the Enabler..seriously though....kids.....it's not your fault...

if you just Read through that slightly disturbing section...i wonder what you think of this particular Superhero?, the Enabler or better known as Billy the Rabbit.....who is Billy? and why is he an interesting chaotic Character?...Some may know him as a mild mannered - sometimes wild criminally insane Rabbit who also has many character variations including the Enabler, the scourge of Self discipline and responsibility..The Creator of Billy, is also a fascinating Artist, writer and poet, Thinker, animal rescuer...who i always find interesting and Amusing. Davis PK, has a big heart in there somewhere..one of the good guys, so i payed tribute to his Character with a my version of The Enabler..done in my own quirky style..

Here's a KLAATU Song, True life Hero... www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Y0XLl…

Although the world knows him only as a mild mannered criminally insane talking rabbit, Billy is The Enabler, scourge of self discipline and responsibility.

Remember this, kids, it's not your fault!

All of this, folks, is what's known as The Touch Of The Master's Hand.

'Twas battered and scarred,
And the auctioneer thought it
hardly worth his while
To waste his time on the old violin,
but he held it up with a smile.

"What am I bid, good people", he cried,
"Who starts the bidding for me?"
"One dollar, one dollar, Do I hear two?"
"Two dollars, who makes it three?"
"Three dollars once, three dollars twice, going for three,"

But, No,
From the room far back a gray bearded man
Came forward and picked up the bow,
Then wiping the dust from the old violin
And tightening up the strings,
He played a melody, pure and sweet
As sweet as the angel sings.

The music ceased and the auctioneer
With a voice that was quiet and low,
Said "What now am I bid for this old violin?"
As he held it aloft with its' bow.

"One thousand, one thousand, Do I hear two?"
"Two thousand, Who makes it three?"
"Three thousand once, three thousand twice,
Going and gone", said he.

The audience cheered,
But some of them cried,
"We just don't understand."
"What changed its' worth?"
Swift came the reply.
"The Touch of the Masters Hand."

"And many a man with life out of tune
All battered and bruised with hardship
Is auctioned cheap to a thoughtless crowd
Much like that old violin

A mess of pottage, a glass of wine,
A game and he travels on.
He is going once, he is going twice,
He is going and almost gone.

But the Master comes,
And the foolish crowd never can quite understand,
The worth of a soul and the change that is wrought
By the Touch of the Masters' Hand.

The Touch of the Master's Hand, Myra Brooks Welch.  1921.

Thanks, Brendan, for the lovely new violin.

https://www.deviantart.com/brendan11

 

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