I try to catch up with
a fresh artichoke (again)
I could just stop there.
Or here. But not
easily.
Instead I loudmouth
teach. Everyone a
lesson or two. What
gall! The nerve,
right?
It’s a lot of things,
what. But it is
not growing up
to be a Baptist
preacher. It is
not an inapprop
riate firearm.
It might not
be voting for
Reagan once
(I’m truly
sorry). A
bowl of
grapes
on the
bed.
The
bearded
man eats like
a bear. And to
think it use to be
such a crime, eating
in bed. Just ask the
bear
what wrote the law we just ate.
