Finally got off my ass To do a job That I would rather let slide. It was needed More than I thought possible Because I was tired Of feeling so dirty– In all ways. I drove to the place That could make me clean, Frustrated with those That had the same idea. I battled the machine That didn’t want my money And a line formed behind me… Making my Nervousness flair And cause me to be Even more awkward and Spastic–something I could live Without my son being Witness to. I snapped at the helper And inched through the gate…
Tag: birds
No, You Can’t Make Me Like the Birds
Birds suck. I don’t have any flowery way to impart that information to you other than being completely honest. I don’t like them. Well…maybe just a little bit. But they’re creepy and annoying and they stink to high hell. It’s actually kind of funny that I am sitting here even talking about the little devils, but I’ve got an itch in my brain about this and there’s no going on in life if I don’t get it scratched. And it all started because of a lunatic goose that tried to take my hand off at the lake… Every once in…


