Stress Boils

You don’t have my back.

I have yours.

You think I am whack.

Well, of course.

I am.

I ran.

All this way to meet you.

Here in the middle.

Here, we don’t fiddle

With numbers

Becomers.

Fixin’ leaks like plumbers.

We’re sinking

You’re thinking

Please untie the lifeboats.

Then miniature like play goats

We’ll scramble quick to freedom

They’ll all come

You’re welcome.

Cause sis, I got your back.

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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