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When you hit,
the proverbial wall,
will you have learned something,
or will it be, nothing at all?

When life was young,
so was I.
Now, I'm just another,
real, old guy.

One needs to laugh,
a big guffaw,
for life can be short,
when pursued by the Law.

There are many words,
flowing through my head.
Most of the time my minds alive,
other times, it's brain dead.

When that happens,
there's one way to reply.
Start writing down everything,
all the truths plus one lie,

for when words flow,
out of this old mouth,
it means I've lost my way,
my words, headed South.

I'd like to stay,
and chat for a bit,
but my body is aching,
and my brain is unfit.

An old fool, in action,
is a sight to see,
for his emotional response,
is like torching a tree.

I am an old fool.
I know I am,
but in my view of me,
I'm still a young man.

I seek not the people,
near me, for they are old.
I'm not attracted physically,
my feeling is cold.

I don't believe I'm better,
I hope you see,
for what I seek,
is certainly not thee.

He was a Cat,
from an old neighborhood.
He was a cool cat,
a regular, Johnny B Good.

Not a rocker,
not even close.
He preferred the Blues
lounge music, the most.

Thoughts all twisted,
into weird shapes.
Let me see if I can,
now pontificate.

Of fairy tales and puppy dog tails,
all lined up in a row. No matter
where or when, you will surely go.

Around the trees, over the hills,
until they see another lost soul,
who may look like you and me.
You will find another one to chase,
us to the sea.

A sea of sparkling
glass, blue as blue can be.
Beware the Ide's of March, for then,
you may well be, involved in crazy,
things similar to the day you met
me.

Stay you loose, my young friend,
because you may need to see, the land,
beyond the horizon, where all the love
is free.

Off to the market,
to buy a new horse.
What are you doing?
Buying a horse, of course.

What kind of horse,
are you wishing to buy?
I don't know but I
do want to try.

Do you want a gelding,
or a young mare?
I am unsure of the need,
is this "Buyer Beware?"

Of course, it is,
young master, mine.
why else would you ask,
for intervention divine?

A travesty of events,
a pleasure, sought,
an importance recurrence,
wanting your shower to be hot.

Nothing important,
if it was bought,
especially, since,
wanting your shower to be hot.

Sometime the days
and weeks are wrought.
Please, please allow,
my showers to be hot.

If someone,
ask me to dance, again,
I will respond, "I don't
know where to begin."

Women to the left of me,
women to the right.
I am in a state of
what's wrong or what's right.

An ancient, old creature,
who isn't close to you,
was in a predicament,
not knowing what to do.

He was almost famous,
his name was, LaMieux Pewh.
He wandered the earth, year after year,
not knowing what to do.

If you see this creature,
here is what you must do,
protect yourself always, yelling,
leave me alone, LaMieux Pewh.