The Typhus Made Me

To tell a glitter salesman that he has no shame is rude?!

I’ve been insulting these guys for 64 years, and you’re just now telling me this?

I’m not going to change my mind. I’m too old to think so hard about things. I remember when I was a young man, and the typhus made me see pretty angels until the doctor brought me back. Oh my, was that something to see. I never did see those angels again, but I think they’ll be around when I croak.

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Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com 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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