Feel asleep at ten
Woke at midnight
Its three,
Where’s Mr.Annoying,
Boots!
I can’t get out of my chair,
My screen is screwed up!
What do I press to get out of my chair to the bathroom?
Then, like time travel, I’m zapped back to my right mind!
I grab the chair remote,
Legs stopped working now that the chaur is nearly three years old!
Yep America made!
They make to die sk.you have to replace,
Manufactufacturing America is not what it use to be,
No Boots,
I naturally thinkmthe worse,
Then, about to emerge,
I look fown he Mr.Boots is.bright eyed and alert looking up at me as if to say,
Didn’t yiu get my memo? I’M OLD AND MOVE AT MY SPEED!
We go in shut the door in Sadies face,
It’s sad the small but if satisfaction I got at that small jesture,
Mow its.four seventeen,
I’m off to the kitchen for milk and my cup so I can have a cup of tea I fell asleep last night before getting,
I fell asleep without my sweatshi t t too,
Some one.my dad’s term for fits ‘Broad!’ At Indeed.sent me a job for.depity sherriff in Waterloo Iowa!
Their only.hiring one,
Yeah sure they really want a dead.eye shot lesbian poet/writer butvh from Waukon Iowa that will shoot at any groin that moves,
Have her hot tea, and gram ctackers or fig newtons and go home leaving even drug dealer in.Iowa hands covering their groins even in death littering Waterloo,Iowa’s sl streets,
Don her. her.sweatshirt put on her blanket, sip her big ass.cup if tea and call her cats,
I can read the.headlines in the morning paper
Waterloo’s cruminals took a hit yesterday,
Twenty king pins and the I r henchmen knocked off by an assumed assailent totting a smoking gat.
The drug hierarchy was found slain nine rounds found single file through the groin. Hair ball found at the scene
As the poet smiled last.wirds heard.by passer by was ‘damn I broke a nail and Mr.Boots don’t leave that hair ball laying there inless your.hoing to lay a discarded slug too!
Val Whitewolf 