Takes between eight and 18 beers
to get the tension out of my chest
I’m being put to the test
with no rest
I make my bed every day
withhold the things I should not say
isn’t that enough
It’s tough
Beds of roses come with thorns
they prick sometimes
mine and yours
Ours
Hours spent, time wasted
killing the minutes talking, talking
Saying nothing, hearing less
Nothing of consequence
Time is spent
Now what?
Once Upon a Paradigm 
Thank you Lis . . .
As I penned back in 1966…
~OGD~
Thank you, Duckey! I needed that.
Merry Xmas Lisb!
I got nothing to do but bitch. hahahahaah
These steps I take are all just circles,
Am I tethered to a post,
repeating a test,
following a trace of what I desire,
or rolling the dice on a wager I don’t remember making?
These steps I take are all just circles.