A Salty Dog
As in ornery
An unhealthy skepticism
To perceive the world
With grains and grains
Caverns of grains of salt
Corrosive as the mineral
That eats through metal
Melts ice regardless temp
Shipped in bulk considered
A class 8 hazardous material
Not exactly piquant to be around
Finding the contradiction
In nearly every thing present
Even stuff and people I like
Making me, my worst enemy
Good thing I have learned to
Keep my mouth shut and
Post most of it here
“I don’t fit in anywhere, man, I really don’t. I don’t agree with anything either, not even what I just said, so, I think you see the problem here. Stranded without a clue.”
– Bill Hicks
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Looking at the world through a windshield. 