Chainsaw CertifiedA Poem by Robert Ronnow
I'm dead. Unlike Frost and Yeats
nothing I've said will be remembered. Unlike Roosevelt and Lincoln nothing I'm thinking will win the war. I'm going to go to my grave unsung like almost everyone. These mountains are my grave. A good grave to go to. There's no such thing as being saved. When you're gone you're done. At least 60 million people don't believe it, don't believe in evolution. Man, that ape, can heap a peck of hurt posthaste with earth movers and machine guns. Information technology cannot save your soul, heck, I've tried. Every morning I total the polloi coming to my site for wisdom. The number's usually zero. A good number to know. When my heart fibrillates I lay my head against my sleeping wife. Solace, comfort. She says, Take your pill, fool. In an hour at most I'm feeling great again! © 2018 Robert Ronnow |
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