mY morning begins with a
viOlent squished-junebug sneeze
at 1:00 p.m.
and a sprightly trot to the latrine,
tub-chooking a few banquet beers
and ranch dressing drenched salad tomatoes
from the evening prior.
BLAAAAAAHHHRRRRFFF.
I wonder what I’ll do today?
BLAAAAAHHHRRRRFFF.
I don’t remember eating pickles…
