The cancer comes, gets held at bay
as Gators munch on dawgs.
We’re happy that you’ve passed this way
to lumber our new-felled logs.

Your demure smile lasts a short while
As your dad sits down.
But you kept your poise and guile,
respecting the new-found clown.

You caused a laugh on rain day,
now politely out the door.
Your life turns out the same way
not a genius, not a bore.

I may not get just what I want
at the time I want it.
But I get it (she said, as a taunt)
and I’m not afraid to flaunt it.

Off she goes, then he does too,
Wondering who he thinks he is.
This man with a plan and nothing to do
Falling head-first into the abyss.




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