Biding My Time

I’ll keep my own counsel

As they say

And I won’t say a word

Until, that is,

He comes to find me

Then I’ll make sure my voice is heard

High School Reunions

I
wonder
what

You’d
think
of me
now

Fat,
forty
and
fucked

Would
you
still
love me
forever

Want
to be
together
whatever

Or be
thankful
for the
bullet
you
ducked

Kids

I
love
you

You
love
me

Let’s
make a
little
family

But try
not to
fuck
them up

Like our
folks did
to us

That way
they’ll be
fabulous

Random #11

Sticks and stones definitely break bones
And words have always fucking hurt

Stop feeding your kids this bullshit

It only makes things worse

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