The B.O.D.D.

To City poets, EVERY thing rhymes with “whines”.

A recent City speaker stated that there is some evidence to suggest that our entire planet, along with its ecosystems, may be one living, intelligent being, and a voice from the audience asked, “Does that include my Uncle Elmer?”

City proof that one is still alive:

When one says, “I pretty much find things the way I’ve always found them.”

Through all the histories of human prejudice and narrow-mindedness, I have never heard of a cemetery that rejected a client on the basis of his dumbness.

If you’re gonna’ attempt to study Life in a closet, you can expect no more than a B.O.D.D. degree:  A Bachelor of Dust and Darkness.

J.