If I had a coin I’d flip but not call it, as the outcome would make no difference now that my stomach’s as empty as my wallet.
I don’t want to know what rhymes with hard times as the sun is setting and I’m only regretting not collecting wood that could keep the cold from gnawing at my bones; making me numb and dumb at the same time.
I’m reading your letter the last one you wrote, that starts with the word dear and brings a lump to my throat.
The door breaks open and there, is a grizzly bear.
I don’t want to know what rhymes with hard times as the sun is setting and I’m only regretting not collecting wood that could keep the cold from gnawing at my bones; making me numb and dumb at the same time.
I’m reading your letter the last one you wrote, that starts with the word dear and brings a lump to my throat.
The door breaks open and there, is a grizzly bear.
