♩♪♩♬ ♬♩♪♩
hello cello with
your invisible “H” what
music you can make
Taking what life throws at me one pitch at a time
♩♪♩♬ ♬♩♪♩
hello cello with
your invisible “H” what
music you can make
escapism is
all well and good but it will
get you in the end
there is no escape
from the past but there is no
future there either

I jumped on my high horse
Trustee, favorite fine mount
Pointed at others errant course
A regular self righteous fount
While spouting a toxic slurry
Full of media puke talking pouts
Full of flair and a fine flurry
Of shrill Banshee like shouts
Wallowing in my faux tone age
Having patience with no virtue
Spilling my sepia life rage
Leaving the taste of burnt roux
For all to rumble and gumbo about
rough patches inflamed
by rigid dogma is just
a blister on life
ablution option
list: shower, bathe, or sponge bath.
All viable lest
we be Stinky. Good to the
last sniff. Never lost in crowds
A very special thank you to Writer Ravenclaw for Stinky inspiration