Perhaps the martinis, perhaps my just being lonely for my Rick, but I haven't written in a long time...
Possible Het
In snake years
I'm middle age
an unproven breeder
but not for lack of trying
Possible het for nothing
except maybe cancer
or the b*tching
No, my mate would say
I'm 100% homogenous for that
but he's slithered off
because that how things are
the days are the same
wake up and complain
at the sun
too early is his alarm
then comes that
wretched moon
her luscious rays
beckoning me out to prove
but I am afraid
afraid of failure and
dejection
it's work
too much to do and
yet my task list is
too short
live or die?
be swallowed up?
or simply melt away?
we slither on
afraid of tomorrow
regretting yesterday
if only we could forget it
waiting for our perfect mate
to be dropped in front of us
reduced and blushing
before our divine reality
hissss
-cjg