Used
to be those days when ball
players
and law makers were younger
than
I. Used to be those days when
there
were all those “ts” to be crossed
and
likewise dots above each “i”
required
to be applied. Used to be
butchers
at independent and chain
grocery
stores would hand out soup
bones
for free when asked politely.
Used
to be youth was on the side
of
you and me, when we perceived
the
world to be filled with unlimited
possibility.
Since then, so many hopes
and
dreams have passed us by. Now,
we
hobble up to the morning mirror to
see
our curmudgeonly attitudes staring
back
at us eye-to-eye, wondering how
and
why? Time, my friends, is no longer
allied
on our side. And these days I choose
to
use a limited but powerful vocabulary
of
curse words to accurately describe all
the
shit I feel which now exemplifies
accurately
my attitudinal reality. Shit is
messy
indeed, but it applies so easily, you
must
agree. And it requires the dotting of
but
one “i” and the crossing of merely a
single
“t.” When articulated orally and used
copiously,
there is the need for neither.
Dear
reader, I find that old age often requires
a
heaping measure of simplicity. I, myself,
take
solace and effuse the use of malodorous
“shit”
in verbal piles spread out wide and
most
liberally.
Chris
Hanch 2-5-18
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