Random Gleanings From The Id

From womb to tomb, 

something something gloom.

An out-of-booty experience?

Pardon my Brand.

Is my Brand in your way?

Pardon me, but your Brand is showing.

I’d like to talk to you, but I’m allergic 

to stupidity.

I’d like to talk to you but my life is waiting.

He’s got a way with words; he gets away

with words.

Before you were born, you didn’t want anything.

Before you were born is  an infinity of time.

Look straight ahead, because that’s where you’re going.

A lot of my fellow Boomers died young because when

they saw what was going on, it was too late to go back.

All my poems are like coming up for air

three times before I drown.

There they go, there they go.

Where they stop, nobody knows.