Below
Freezing
Yes, I've been bold. It's been beyond being cold. Through the rapidity of stupidity we let out
all of the spare hot air. Now we just
sit here in despair while wondering if anyone really cares.
We chose to lose by
consuming too much booze even though there was no ego to bruise. We just thought to keep on grinning. We just thought to keep on winning and we
just thought to be owning the top and the bottom of the inning. Now we just cry as we shout in realizing that
we absolutely struck out!
We don't need an
official to blow the whistle in order to make it official. This is our last epistle and so the laugh is
in our epitaph which looks to have been written by a pink giraffe that's
sipping from a beer filled carafe. It
didn't even bother with writing out the gaffes and so in between the fits and
giggles are but dim memories of what was a nice warm draft.
We laughed at the
emergency beacon's jargon as if were a judge offering up a dumbass plea bargain
but the verdict long since had us pegged and so to whatever the self imagined
jury we've begun to profusely beg for stupidly not believing that it was below
freezing. Funny how you can hear
yourself wheezing.
We've turned on every
light in sight! It's stunning how we've managed to keep the dryer running. We're
involved in the maximum participation in heat dissipation. We've spread about every warm quilt the grand
ma built and have even thrown about warm towels which to me look like watchful
owls but all we've managed to see is one goddamn degree!
Yes I've been
bold. Too bad I won't live to get
old. To the grim reaper our souls have
been sold. We drank until our senses
tanked and then on the lever we foolishly yanked and so we let out all of the
spare warm air. Now we just sit here in
despair while wondering if anyone really cares.
Orrin K. Loftin, Explorer
Copyright? When
what we did wouldn't even occur to a stupid kid.
December 14th, 2016
