by Louis Bertrand Shalako
c2010
All Rights Reserved
Leaf falling through the air
Justifying all that has gone before
Validating my material instincts
Toad burrows in the mud
Makes me laugh at those who have not
Because I have got
Knowing the circle of life and renewal
Means it is time to get a new car
My head is a fucking jar
Full of pennies I will never use
For they might save someone’s life
The sky is grey and that has significance
Read into it whatever you will
It says a lot about you, oddly enough even more about me
But then I know nothing about myself, whereas you are a caller on the psychic hotline
Kill me now or die later
Either way, you lose
The choice is yours and I couldn’t care less
The universe is my nest and I piss upon it
For it loves me not.