How do I feel?
You expecting an answer?
Like a rolling stone?
Or do you want the truth?
Can you handle the truth?
Actually, who really cares?
Zoom zoom zoom.
Friends come and go.
We connect on facebook, on email, on twitter and in person, but we all go home alone.
Do you stay up all night concerned that the chicken butt is acting slightly weird?
Check out the number of friends we all have….. on fb.
How about 15?
And in reality, maybe 6 or 7 tops.
Try writing a blog.
It is brutal.
A million hits?
How about a half dozen?
I guess the weak of heart would have stopped after a few months, realizing that who really gives a rip?
Except of course, for those who don’t write for the masses.
Some of us write because we like to.
And we will continue writing about nonsense, because it is what we enjoy doing.
Here I am again, on a Wednesday night.
Cheers! Friends, neighbors and strangers.
May we all unite tonight, chanting a mantra:
Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf, the big bad wolf, the awful wolf?
A small inebriated chicken strolled up to the front of the class and chirped at the wolf.
The wolf ate him.