I Love My Leg Lots & Don’t Think About It That Much Either

Air, luck and caring concern are important.

Usually not critical until we need them, though.

Aaynd sheesh, do we ever need ’em now …

Who looking after yours?

Thank you, friend.

Barry out.

3 Responses to “I Love My Leg Lots & Don’t Think About It That Much Either”

  1. You would if it was gone.

    I hear some bastard thinking.

    No, I wouldn’t. I’d be thinking about those fucking canes, that god damn peg and those rotten fucking stares/stairs.

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  2. And I would think about Captain Morgan.

    Me and old Cappy, staggering down the street.

    Looking for bruises.

    Fucking Cappy.

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  3. Unless someone cut me off.

    Then I would think of them and

    how I might avoid them in the future.

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