Anthony looks like a mix of
Josh from The House
and my friend Joseph
from Fort Lauderdale.
My Liver wants to
kick me in the dick,
quit on me
and move to Ohio.
For some reason,
I don't blame the world
for reminding me
that I am only alive.
Don't take no guff, mister me,
for it is all cyclical,
round and round we go,
complete with prairie reminders.
In the end,
I'll die of women,
justly things I have written this week,
don't lie, Lodi.