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