I think its funny how from time to time
I get caught up in stamping something with
Finality like a category to be filed away, or a testimonial,
Or a slogan, or some law that everything must be squeezed
Through everything like some absurd ideological hymen.
It’s funny, but not.
I am finally at a place in my life where I have to really
Take a look at the fact that I have been very mean to
Myself throughout the course of my life and
I am going to tell you that the majority of my challenges
Comes from this sweet piece of testicular magic
That I have worn for too long like a suit and I’m
Done.
What does the suit look like?
Well, it’s black and furry.
Machine washable.
Goes BAAAAA.
And stinks like old pumpkins
When left out in the sun.
If you want it, I’ll sell it to you
For two dollars.
Today. Literally. In real life.
I got a superhero costume
From my upstairs neighbor
Because she had to take the cape she
Gave me away for a project she was
Working on. It was a mad dash to
Finish. And she felt bad.
I felt a little sad too because it made me
Smile to wear it while sitting in front
Of the computer, doing what I do.
Keeping it real, and what not.
Neighbor. Thank you.
It is little surprises like this one that can
Really save someone’s ass and affords
Me with a perfect opportunity to drop
A stamp on something and file it away.
You will find it in the “This Saved My Ass”
Category in the Sea of Life and looks a little
tight, but I’m sure I’ll grow into it.
It’s funny. But
not.
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