Saturday, March 10, 2018
Saga of Modern Sort
One Nervous Cat
before that,
decided on my
thirtieth birthday
to thereafter half try.
It saved me! Hey!
Not perfectly. Lost
two marriages and
one ridiculously
extracting position.
Settled in with my
Stelly, whose lazy
ass rivaled my own.
We both work
for her Dad who,
if he got one thing right,
be the first.
Our Yuppie kids, one
of each sex--though
which, shifts--
have theories
for everything,
and call bs
on all else.
Label us absurdly
clueless.
Who cares?
Well I do!
With Stelly.
Half.
You too
can sound
what to do. Hurtful
World refracts you
cynically? Turn the
lens around.
Labels: cynicism, half try, marriage, match, Philosophy, plan, Yuppie
