MY PHILOSOPHY

this is my philosophy:

dead is dead.

no coming back from dead.

but this is only my thoughts

on subject of dead. 

whatever your thoughts;

so be it. none of my

business sticking my nose

into yours, nor your nose mine. 

live and let live and we'll all be fine.

if you milk my cow, I will milk yours.

just remember: what goes around

comes back around.

and here comes your cow, again.

your cow loves my touch.

and touch your cow, I will.

sorry is a nation with no ears,

and tears that bleed blue.

paranoia about all things red.

preemptive strike on orange.

and will marry any damned fool

that is able to circumvent the obvious.

yes, I did knock, but apparently

I wasn't home to let myself in,

so I walked away cussing my name

and tripped over my brain.

such a dimwitted shame.

assuming an influx of intelligence

sweeping across the land

filling all with outstanding wisdom

but he was squeezing lemons

when he should  have been squeezing her

and missed that influx of intelligence

sweeping over the land. 

she found herself a new squeezer. 

someday, perhaps,

 will slide on over,

give those rats a peek

 at some choice meat,

so tender and sweet.

then stomp those rats

right where they scurry;

throw those rats in a pot

and make myself rat soup delight. 

do you still love me? do you?