I was walking down the street with my dog Zeus.
Suddenly he turned around and bit me.
Only
he didn't really bite me.
Cuz I don't have a dog. I never had a dog.
But something bit me.
Cuz I'm limping around
and have fallen on hard times.
I took everything out of the bird feeder
and cooked it up for porridge.
I'm taking a class at the community college
on Dumpster Diving.
At work my boss tells us inflation
will put him out of business in six months.
At church the pastor passes the plate around
twice.
There is a cold wind blowing
from the Federal Reserve.
It's inflating the tumbleweeds to
the size of elephants.
They roll over me,
leaving broken bones.
Shattered dreams.
Hopeless atrophy.
I have a bag of twigs and bark
that I'll trade you.
For anything.
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