Life’s got me working like a beat dog these days. 

All that time pissing in the wind when I was younger 

Catching up to me now.

It’s hotter than hell sitting here on this covered porch with no window to see or breath.

Inhaling cigarette tar and THC crystals as the eggs fry on the stove.

The wind does me no good when I’m spent on the weather.

Whether or not I become me again 

Who knows these things 

Just put on those shoes and toot that horn for 10 or 12.

All this plastic means nothing anyway.