Well it’s cooked ain’t it! Shut up and eat it. I don’t care what you hoped for, this is how it turned out!

poetry

and i will rest in the house of my
lord, forever in thanks over what i
imagine is some pretty fantastic
tobacco, beer, burritos, and did
i mention the company? pretty sure
that ain’t gonna be too shabby either.
forever giving thanks
giving thanks forever
over a life well done.