Tuesday, November 14, 2023

Slices

 I want to say "it's been a slice, boys" as I point my fingers

like the Fonz

and get hauled off to jail

I want to be Turner tied to the mast

I want to run my fingers along the jaw

of fate

I want to be a small bug in a flower pot

and have nothing to worry about

all day

except climbing up on the next ball of dirt

a small crumb to some

but to me it's Mount Everest

and that's all I need to worry about


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