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
