Tuesday, August 06, 2013


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

on the


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.