“I want a grilled cheese!”
barked the stage man to his uncle.
“We’re out of cheese,”
the old man said.
“Well listen up, the truck has gas.
Go down to the store and pick some up.”
“I have no time for your petty errands.”
He was old, but his comments were fiery.
“Jesus! I’m on the shitter.
Just get the cheese.”
“Shit or get off the pot.”
Author: Aidan Badinger
I am a poet.
I write poems.
Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.
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