A self portrait...

Can’t figure some things out,

My itty bitty usage of the herb I flout,

Will eat blues but never fresh water trout,

Of my insanity I have little if any doubt…

 

I dream of being rich,

I dread of being rich,

Passing through this life I’m a bitch,

I am sure when I was built,

The Gods did forget something, leaving within a glitch…

 

Up all night, a night owl that even hoots,

Wears on occasion insulated/water proof boots,

Though I do seem to recall regularly the routes,

Every idiot savant has one thing they can do that makes them seem quite astute…J

© ed J 11/17/06