Clogged arteries and frog charcuterie. Put that in your song and rap it. Ummmmm, what’s going on? What am I doing? What is life? Where does the wind blow? I don’t know. Nobody knows much of anything. Hey, today’s my sister’s birthday. Wish her well! Or don’t. It’s your choice, really. Either way it’s still her birthday.
I’m going to share a poem from my book today. For whatever reason, people have been opening up the book in my car and this particular poem has been grabbing their attention a lot lately. I don’t know why, but I feel compelled to share it here for some reason, too. It’s honestly super dark, so that’s cool. Sometimes things are dark. That’s just the way it be. Anyways, here’s the poem. If you’d like to purchase the full collection, you can do that here. (I don’t know why it’s showing the full gross link. Whatever, I’ll figure it out later.) https://www.amazon.com/Average-Sonnet-Jason-Scott-Brendel/dp/1792109946/ref=sr_1_1?crid=17DT8X9QO1HWP&keywords=not+your+average+sonnet&qid=1648065174&sprefix=not+your+average+sonnet%2Caps%2C117&sr=8-1
My pitter-pattered hooves chase squirrels away they get so scared I wish they would just hang around and talk. I wish I.... I wish they would help me find berries. I like berries, man but they only want nuts they only want nuts. I wish I wish they would want me to help. I could find nuts I could find a lot of nuts. I could find them like I find berries. I wonder if they even think about me. If they even see me or if I'm just background like leaves on trees I know how they are. I know it. They're all just the same they don't care about me no not a deer I can't take it I can't take it anym