Jelly.
That’s what we’d be like,
Without bone.
The Man
March 31st, 1994
Once there was,
A ‘was there once’,
Sort of person.
He thought ever after,
The ever afterthought,
For variety.
Impossible to tell,
He told the impossible,
To the stupid.
He reached out of,
The out of reach,
In desperation.
In division,
He divided,
At any expense.
In collision,
He collided,
With destiny.
In confusion,
He left you.
