Oh,
come on, Man,
It’s
not all that bad,
not
guns loaded and
bullets
flying bad,
not
rotting turnips
in
the kitchen cupboard
bad,
not the sun hasn’t
shown
in a month
bad.
Come on, Man,
it’s
not staggering,
falling
down drunk
bad,
not locked up,
knocked
up,
mumbly,
bumbly,
pounding,
wound up
tighter
than a
drum,
Man, not all that bad.
Neither,
nor, not knee-capping,
face-slapping
or
thrown
under the bus bad.
Could
be worse, wouldn’t you
agree?
I say better them
than
you and me, or you
and
I said more appropriately.
Not
nearly as bad as it
could
be. Face the reality,
not
as bad as retired with
a
disability. Oh, let me
opine
seriously about that.
It’s
this goddamned hip
plaguing
me again.
Oh,
Come on, Man, it’s
not
stolen identity or
bounced
check bad,
not
out of gas on the
interstate
at rush-hour bad.
It’s
not as if it’s the last
dollar
you’ve had.
Remember
the fix you
were
in when the rent
couldn’t
be paid, or
that
day when things went
from
bad to worse?
Look
at it this way, Man,
being
bad to the bone
can
be a good thing
unless
it shows up
on
an x-ray. Then I
would
recommend
seeing
an
ORTHOPEDIC
SPECIALIST
to
check it out. Notice,
I
emphasized that boldly
and
in all caps.
This
could really be
BAD!
.
And
yet, I would suggest
getting
a second opinion
about
that. Sometimes,
you
know, it’s not always
as
bad as you think. Then
again,
if I was you, I certainly
wouldn’t
take any chances.
Chris
Hanch 4-2-19
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