DRUNKEN DUCK
if we are sick, life makes us well.
if we are well, life makes us sick.
life is a bitch. no, no, delay that;
life is a witch. my apologies
to all those witches out there;
anxious to have my nuts for lunch.
life sure as hell ain't fair.
do we even care? do you?
levothyroxine,
causing him to mumble,
stumble and fall.
so he went for a walk
and crows ate him.
in not for bad luck, some
folks would not luck at all.
crows declared him delicious.
some of us live in the real world.
some of us do not. some of us
think for themselves; most do not.
and them times, them is a changing.
whether for good, bad, indifferent,
time ain't saying.
suffice it to say: time will outlive us.
all of us. those with large IQs,
may, eventually, reason this out.
that's a question for the times,
and time ain't talking; at least not to us.
point.
you got the looks,
talent.
you got it all, got it all going
how about sharing?
no begging allowed here,
wimp.
and a cursory sniffer,
verifying certain wants
and needs.
considering you got it all;
pays being vigilant and
extremely careful,
at this point.
cannot stress this
enough.
in darkness walks thieves.
it is that obvious.
relief comes in short
bursts.
more specifics arriving
almost daily, shortly.
and time is not impartial.
I know this because
time has been most
generous and has
shared this with me.
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