“I wish you were my cousin, so I would be forced to hang out with you” (best compliment I've received).
Don’t be the billy goat;
always be the gruff.
Straightforward, predicated ladders,
you get to the top and there’s a tornado, fucked.
The wrought iron fence made of vinyl siding
was bent over like a Transformer
after a deplorable robbed the car wash of all cash.
An old woman stared at the innards of an industrial vacuum
It was all rain, gays, and spring rolls (the occasional stairs too).
Any of them could have been Michael Stipe if they had any inclination.
It’s how cowboy gentlemen know how to but don’t play the accordion.