OF GOATS AND OATS


now, a question of goats and oats.
if for not other reason than
if rhymes so very nicely.

now will try write something
with some substance.
or substance abuse, whichever
happens to float my fancy.
just roll the dice.



reasons for too complicated
for an old neanderthal 
with nostalgia problems, vying just to be.
no subtlety required, or implied.
at least not at this point, anyways.

unless, of course, it snows.
snow changes everything.
have long-johns ready,
willing and waiting.




she said: didn't know gun was loaded.
really? come on! gun  holds six rounds.
she reloaded twice. do the math.
guy's got 18 holes holes in him.
surprised he lives to talk her down
form reloading a third time.
he finally decided divorce
better than be all shot to hell.
he keeps gun as memento. 



well, hell, what have we here, then?
another angry, lost soul, perhaps?
hope drowning in selfishness. 

corrupt, but not so, cannot
be recovered from self.
pity party for all concerned.
raging maniac one row over,
throwing caution to the wind.




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