Thorn hunter
Cat lover
Mother's boy
A little wasted
at noon
Writing love letters
to the shampoo girl
with one amputated hand
Wasting blood
that could have been used for fun
A good man
not quite living up to his potential
not quite fulfilling his goals
Desires a soft beating
after dinner
if there is any dinner
Did anybody cook?
Did anybody deliver the goods?
Did anybody stay over night
leave a trace
on the carpet
a wet spot where the head was resting?
No
The summer is over
It was too hot
The crop was bad
The farmers are angry
And the prices are rising
Children will starve
Borders will close
Boats will sink
Oceans turn sour
Animals suffer
and people too
Only the pioneer can save them
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