the diary of sick man

the bastard hasn't been a hunnerd percent of late…

since the great wind swept my old car away…

the bastard has had a great load of sand…

or spackle…

or we could just with mucous in his lungs.

sometimes the straightforward approach is best.

but six weaks ago, I went to a new doctor…

I haven't seen a do for since 2009…

and she threw cotton balls at the problem but it solved some stuff that was bugging me.

but the spackle remained.

so that when I caught the shot show cough…

I was all sorts of coughing jags.

it became ridiculous.

so today…

today, when I went back to the doctor, she gave me the good drugs.

and all of a sudden I'm wondering what this air tasting stuff is in my lungs is.

to be continued

—the bastard