I woke up early today
to get a really good deal
left behind the family
to catch the perfect steal.
Drove through the dark
with the rain beating down,
a wintry mix collecting
upon the icy ground.
Then, just a mile from the store,
I met a patch of black ice
the steal of the day was my life
not hardly worth the price.
For what shall I give thanks
when there are no words
that can ever fully express
how grateful I truly am
that you take the time
to read my words
–
Happy Thanksgiving!
Blood trickles slowly
from this gaping wound you made;
No recovery.
A mere thirty minutes remain
but that feels like eternity
and I wonder how it is
that with you, eternity seems but a minute.
On News:
The Good: I no longer have to worry when I read the news Monday mornings that there will be spoilers from The Walking Dead.
The Bad: All the news is about the recent childish antics from both sides of the political realm.
The Ugly: The news.
On Cats:
The Good: Cats are perfect.
The Bad: Cats are perfect.
The Ugly: Not applicable.
On Snow:
The Good: The first snow of the season is upon us!
The Bad: People can’t clean off their fuckin’ cars!
The Ugly: The brown colored snow pushed to the side of the road.
On Christmas:
The Good: Perhaps finding the Christmas spirit will lessen the debauchery and drama of a torn country.
The Bad: Jesus wasn’t born in December and we are actually celebrating a pagan holiday…let’s not tell the Christians (see above).
The Ugly: People think that this is a time of year to put our differences behind us and come together when really that’s kind of an all-year thing.
On The Walking Dead:
The Good: Michonne’s katana (it should really have a name)
The Bad: Lucille (see, she gets a name)
The Ugly: Abraham’s and Glenn’s brains smashed on the ground.
Why would you ever bake
blackbirds in a pie
when plucked right from nature
is still a taste for which to die?
Four and twenty seems too much,
at least for one cat to try.
These humans have it wrong,
would you believe how much they lie?
And then to think these birds
could strut about and fly?
It sounds a recipe for disaster
that takes off to the sky.
The lesson to be learned
is never to trust the guy
who takes all his recipes
straight from a nursery rhyme.
I never asked forgiveness,
what purpose would that serve?
Yet you gave it freely
when I did not deserve.
How foolish could you be,
to trust this darkened soul?
I’d chew you up and spit you out
just to achieve any goal.
You thought you could change me,
did you really think it so?
You’re so blind to reality
you missed that final blow.
I didn’t realize the flames were rising
until it was far too late
and the scent of burning flesh
soon became my fate.
But Hell on earth seems worse
than the Devil down below
so I think I’ll take the flames
since I love to watch them grow.
That five-finger discount
seemed so perfect at the time
but you didn’t read the disclaimer
and now you pay for your crime.
Maybe now you’ve learned your lesson
that nothing in life is free
except now that you’re in jail
the cost of life falls to me.
The power is out,
what could we do in the dark?
Let our love shed light.
Autumn Siders 