Prolegomena to Any Future Bullshit

We were on a mission from God

but He was having none of it

Time waits for no man

but it’ll hang around the back door

an hour or two for a flat-chested woman

with a pair of Dad’s old socks stuffed into her bra

and a questionable reputation

Don’t be impertinent

On second thought

Pie, and its environs

Good things come in small packages

like your eyeballs

a tooth

Bugspray is not an option

Squirrels would enjoy that

A reward is simple

and great

like a ladder

in a coal mine

and you can eat a pile of it

Chicken wings

Bruce Lee

If you put your mind to it

like a shoulder to a door

you’ll surprise the lot of them

playing cards

Bloodclots are like that

or pockets

I’ve got to hand it to you

sooner or later

but let’s not rush things, okay?