I’m for the living
not that dying thingy
gotta like moving
and doing something
over laying around stiff
and doing nothing
with the beef jerky
look going on
wasting time
getting
riper than ripe
where smelling
is the purpose
along with
rotting to the bone ~
I prefer the living thingy
smelling the roses
sweating after doing
the down and dirty
sort of like that pig
wallowing in the mire
just to feed
from that
barnyard trough
only to
relish in the
crap of the day
‘cause living is better
than basking in the dark
of that damn coffin
being lowered
at the end of the day
into that motionless
bottomless
and as far as time
perpetual abyss
peace out
Words by ~Keith Alan Hamilton~