Daddy always told me that excuses are like assholes: Everybody’s got one, and it stinks.

poetry

I was checking the tags in the back of my shirts
when I realized, you know,
once upon a time we were just a bunch
of dumb punk kids.

But time hasn’t once upon’d in a minute,
and we havn’t been kids
since at least back when,
so what’s our excuse this time around?

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