Sunday, July 16, 2017


all we need is someone to blame.
with someone to blame,
we might, then, survive ourselves. 

there are no guarantees.
we need know that right up front.
save a chicken. eat a duck. quack, quack!

scandals: oh, how we love our nasty little scandals.
more scandalous the scandal, the more we love it.
but that's just our human nature, isn't it?
we cannot wait for next juicy scandal.

then our name suddenly appears
in one of those nasty, juicy scandals,
and we nearly go berserk wondering:
just how the hell did that happen?

someone said the world is promiscuous.
am not one to argue for or against this.
quite frankly, could give a flying crap
whether world is promiscuous or not.

actually sleep through most of the crap
world so graciously flings our way.
and that I cannot escape, easily wipes away.

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