Waste not. Want not: condiments packets.

Mustard, ketchup, butter, pepper, or salt. I don’t eat out a lot. Put that spending to a halt. When I do, those condiment packets will be saved. Eaten later or added to a recipe, usefulness will be made. Some restaurants now days are making us pay for those. Concerning our budgets, we must be onContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: condiments packets.”

Growing Up

Growing up, did you know the difference? Growing up, did you know the forest was coniferous? No matter where you turned with toxic conditions you would get burned? Growing up, what did you know about mental illness? What did you know about all the sickness? This person was an eccentric, maybe. These people you sawContinue reading “Growing Up”

Waste not. Want not: tooth paste

This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Toothpaste: squeeze, squeeze you. But never tease me. I will cut you open before I let you be. Give me all your power. Your contents, I will devour. Inside I find more paste. Enough for at lease 5 moreContinue reading “Waste not. Want not: tooth paste”

God, Chico and Me

I’ve come to the realization that I’m going to be alone the rest of my life. Every now and then, this will cause me strife. I have been alone far too long. I don’t know if someone else can sing my song. Someone else’s song, could I learn? Each others life, we could upturn. ItContinue reading “God, Chico and Me”

Waste not. Want not: leftovers

This poem is being written in stages to highlight the things I do toward frugal living. Waste not. Want not. Growing up; my daily life was filled with the saying, “waste not, want not.” When you’re young, what clue do you have in lives dot? As we grow; we learn, “money doesn’t grow on trees.”Continue reading “Waste not. Want not: leftovers”