my phone is on 9%,
I've been on hold for 32 minutes,
and I am paranoid;
turns out,
I am a terrible bowler.
just trying to get the next book published;
all about LA,
and been in the works
for six months now,
and getting angry at the publisher.
maybe I will bowl a strike,
or bust out the log splitter
and chop down a palm,
but this is getting re-dick,
because of the wasted life.
my hair is different,
hopefully not going anywhere,
and I just want to publish the next book,
which is for Marty and his boat,
and those of wrote on my dumb heart.