Biologically and statistically speaking,
my abysmal personal habits, my careless
and lackadaisical lifestyle will do me in
sooner than later. Why hell, at 75 years
my advanced age dictates in favor of my
moderately-lived and inevitable demise.
Given the odds, I stand a better chance
winning a fortune at a Las Vegas craps
table. Oh well, I have what I have as I
light up another smoke and consider
morbidity’s likelihood in this day and
age. Shit, all things considered, so far
I’ve traveled millions of miles, thus far
escaped fatal accidents, mass-killings,
earthquakes, tornadoes, floods and
fires. Just one lucky son-of-a-bitch, I’d say.
Got this here day to contemplate. Mother
Nature and society have taken their pound
of flesh from me. Got enough smokes to
last a week or so. Who knows, we’ll
just have to wait and see—comme ci
comme ça—Anything, more or less
is gravy, I suppose.
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Chris Hanch 2-14-2023
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