THE NEXT DAY…
(for exactly who needs these words)
A disinterested rapist of pig-tails and school girl kilts
Telephoned his addictions;
A whisper of a forgotten thought.
Continuing to argue with crayon scribbles
This man despises being with himself.
Even when the sun closes down for night’s stalk,
Reality switches costumes
Deodorant suddenly is on one’s shopping list!
Count to ten my friend.
FROZEN MENTALITIES August 4, 2008