The Power Of No Thing

Underarms don’t stink because

The owners of them think

About today, who maybe drinks

From the dankest, hairy sink?

And then they drop a little color

In the water.

The table’s set for someone,

Perhaps you.

The clerk waits to serve someone,

Could be you.

The lottery spoiled someone.

The gunman shot at someone.

The shitstorm sullied someone.

Maybe you…

 

Barry Williams http://barry-williams.com/blog

Much of what I write will be quite understandable to insane folks.

The rest will be, uh, less understandable...

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