I was planning on leaving at two thirty,
Last week I left home at three,
When I arrived at four thirty four were ahead of me!
Three who live maybe twenty miles away,
I realized at two am how much I didn’t want to fall,
I saw what Penny meant some anyway,
Can’t say I would not have gone down my icy now snowy steps if it were light at two thirty,
See I know for a face the good stuff goes to the first,
Most food banks assume once you are given one choice of meats and one can of this and that,
Four cans of whatever and all the food organic tossed out by locale Fareway and Walmart,
Once a month is all any poor person needs,
How many times fo you eat a month,
Last year I made more then I Ever did!
Thanks to the books I sell!
All the extra money I have made since struck by a car in August two o eight was worked for not already but more then disability,
I love beating those schmuck who just live down the road!
I love eating,
Hate starving,
Really loath ice,
Dispise falling especially in the dark,
If I did I might be seriously harmed,
That would not be apart of my plans,
Hot to get several things accomplished next month,
Injured or dead would hurt and piss the shit out of me so I will go on a bit,
Maybe,
Just now I have two lovely white cats on my lap,
And I’m doing something I love,
Writing
Val Whitewolf 