Its Own Reward

The Littlest Viking, naked and determined, crawled his way to freedom

Old age

is its own reward.

Before you get too excited,

works both ways.

Works both ways.

Thinking there’s a haiku here.

Momma told me not to cum.

That ain’t the way to have fun, son.

Just back from a funeral.

I don’t know if there’s life after death

same way you don’t know crazy people

know they are going crazy

right before they head that direction.

I know.

I

know

Give me a orphan goat with green hair

or a blonde baby with puppies in her pants

and I will show you a real person

or I won’t

ever

What is it good for?

Absolutely nothing.

Say it again.

Its own reward.

1 comments on “Its Own Reward
  1. JDW says:

    Sometimes when I write, turn my computer into a jukebox. I can feel it in your eyes, I can feel it in your touch.

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