Sunday, September 10, 2017


solitary drinkers drink alone.
nah, I made that up.
solitary drinkers drink in solitary groups.
nah, made that up, too.

don't know a damned thing about
solitary drinkers.
close the door on your way out.
and don't slam it this time!

if one need say bang,
one should say bang with emphases
on bang;
making it understood
one meant band and not dang.

hope this helps all you
well meaning bang enthusiasts.
if not, well then, just dang it.

did it hurt reading this?
understandable if it did.
it hurts just writing this.

does this mean our love affair in over/

curious as all hell,
although hell has not card to play
in all of this.

and in light of day,
all our hard work began to pay
dividends, until taxes
stole all our hard earned pay.

blood money, some would say.
shattering dreams.

curriculum at highest point of ingenuity.
human ingenuity makes greatest happen.
smart people say little, while dumb people
bark their heads off
you're looking good. are you dieting?

working out? whatever you're doing, keep it up
you're looking wonderful, truly.
would not lie about something
so very important, as your beauty.
sorry, no, don't validate parking.

we are what we are, is all we are.
certainly no more that that.
a scant scent of what we are,
all rolled up in a hot jam jar;
most of bent on getting fat.

someone writing like this,
sure as hell won't make them very far;
other than, probably,
the writers scrap heap jar.
let us  think habeas corpus.

and that dread disease, curiosity
kills much more than cats.

grew up being exactly what I didn't want to be.
dang it to heck; now I like being this that I am,
and don't make apologizes for what I am. 

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