Three. Expressos. Doubles.
Imbibed over 90 Glorious Minutes of Unfettered Bliss.
While much of The Americas snoozed,
Is What I Heard Him Say …
Delivered in a dialect void of thought, reason and purpose.
I doubt Hope was anywhere to be found … and Forgiveness as foreign as Love … in his hub of a miserable life.
Brandishing Hate – at will – fermented by misdirected rage was all he could offer leaning through the open window of his pick up truck. Continue reading “Play Nice”