having reached the state
Of where I want to be
all that's left
bloated forgotten
misspoken and in
utter catastrophy..
my belly's full..
8 months and going..
and still they're
all coming after me..
absolute awareness
with the blinders on
Linda Laven singing
a niteclub song..
oh so important..
the need for fiction
something to believe in
of tales so noble and true..
fantasy sans reality..
makes it all go down
easy as pie..
mellow as jello
and a hand shake
before you die..
By Rick Weber
December 28, 2011
copywritten
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