The old man was being careful.
Seems lot of his life was walking
around the big dogs
and stepping over the little dogs.
The old man thought – he really did – that was great.
Maybe a metaphor for life.
Either they’re nipping
and yapping at your heels
or they’re laying quietly in wait
to clobber your ass.
Kid, that’s life.
Welcome. Enjoy.
Good luck.
Stay out of my way.
The old man could not help wondering,
will I be pretty enough for President Trump?
Will he let me live?
Will that fat bloated orange puffy-cheeked small hands motherfucker
please tell me he’s kidding.
Oh, my gracious. Rape America Great Again.
Folks, puhleeezze, same plans, different clown.
***
Saw a headline.
Dateline: TAMPA. Florida, of course. So sad.
Bootleg Butt Injections Land Stylist In Court
***
The old man was busy
keeping his banana down.
Some irony there,
the young redhead sweetly offered.
“:It’s life. Be happy. God gave you a breath to breathe every day. You don’t need to be mad at nothin’.” – Lamar Jackson