Couldn’t believe

how she said it had happened.

I mean


How could they just stand there?

Like canned goods

waiting to go back

to the factory.

Mechanize the habits.

Stack the cash for

holiday platters

and presents.

I mean,

What’s 360 days of misery

in the face of four days

of happiness.

Sun shine or rain?

It’s all fascinating.

So when the snow comes

I’ll standing


naked limbs


with the

barren trees.

Ready to

catch it all.

We’re gonna have a ball.

Then watch it



the mountain.

Climbed the summit.

Lit my cigarette of the sun.

Did everything you told me!

How you showed me!

So why am I bored again?



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