RATHER NOT, WATCHA' GOT?
I've never had a notion,
outside of staying alive,
that would do me any good.
Never wear a seatbelt; cops
have caught me out on that
three or four times. The only
medicine I've ever used is
aspirin and I don't have a
doctor in sight. My belt, every
so often, needs another hole,
so I guess I'm always skinnier
than I think, though I think I'm
fat : and how do you figure
something like that. My eyes
get tired searching and my
ears are too tired to hear.
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I've been around to a lot of
strange places, well, odd,
anyway. Not the kind of things
a tourist sends home cards about
but nonetheless worth more
interest than your TV or your
cycling mate in spin-class,
if there is such a thing and
whatever that is. Stuff I just
really don't care about. Rather
not; whatcha' got?
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