my DNA is not my DNA.
no, DNA I'm using is salvaged
from an old poem by
Charles Bukowski, titled:
problems about the other woman.
That's all I'll reveal at this time;
or any other time for that matter.
dizzy dick is at it again, folks.
best you all run and hide now.
no safety for you all here.
when darkness falls, hell calls.
chaos will be end game.
dawn is a lifetime away.
run along now; hide.
tomorrow we'll clean up
all the blood and guts.
magnetic personalities
capture and detain now until
world does them part.
and their majestic lives float free
drifting among beauty
never before imagined,
so free and innocent.
the uncertainty
driving us mad
as we scramble about
here and there
attempting
to make sense of it all
concerned
we may never will
just do it.
if wrong, you'll be arrested.
if right, you'll be honored
it's a 50-50 kind of thing.
go ahead, take a chance;
just do it.
life owes us nothing;
absolutely nothing.
it is our duty to do with
this life we have been given,
to do very best we can.
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