lost

I have friend who wasn’t feeling well today,

His name is Pete,

Sir Pete,

In my imagination sir Pete when young fought dragons;

In reality he was married twice.

The second wife after she ran away told Pete she was tired of being a wife and she no longer cared to be a mother,

What a turd!

Pete raised eight children in a log cabin,

Five boys and three girls,

Pete is a friend in my heart,

He will never know I’m gay,

Just with that knowledge I will lose my friend,

Cuz as a good Catholic he will stop being my friend,

Today he told me he was having a bad day,

Pete likes the sausages at McDonald’s you get you buy three you get hot sauce he loves them,

I have planned to go to town to get kitty litter,

I don’t have a dryer I washed my three pairs of pants and they were still wet,

Yes I only have reverse pants,

A perfect world I would have the money I need where only jeans,

Have a car that was fixed,

Five pm I gathered up some things to take the Pete,

Had no idea on Earth where my keys were,

not in my pants,

not falling on the floor,

I found them in the car,

This is rural Iowa either your car remains yours the keys in it or it wanders away,

In a sense it is related to cars in the city,

I took him reason a peanut butter the chicken slice that I gotten yesterday for us to eat two cans of apricots and a package of chili,

That’s all I had to give then I drove away went back home,

My pants were still wet,

I hate driving at night,

My head feels like it swells,