At Bullshit’s Edge

He could see the sun

In the middle of the night.

He could glide through fear

On a single strand of fright.

He could keep his pie hole shut.

Kept his cool thru if, ands and buts.

As humans screamed into his face.

Calmness iced with grace.

Squinting at this place

Brimming now with anger.

Sensing all the danger.

Revealing none.

They come undone.

And through tears, they call him grandpa.

Barry Williams

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

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

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