Or just possibly a sexual need,

Just maybe though it could be on what I feed,

Hell it might be the lack of any specific creed…

Burned out I seem to be,

As are my soul capacities,

Puttin’ up with my neighbors rants,

I swear, if I could, I would leave him in the woods,

Without any freakin’ pants…

To bed I go this night early,

My back does spasm quite altogether surly,

If my frame was not so burly,

I could deal with being called girlie,

Better that than this back pain,

Maybe its from the coming of predicted heavy rain…

© ed J 1/29/08