Fresh Metal

No olds is good news.

You can always count on the razor’s edge.

My only explanation is a fish.

Wait, it will come to me.

The curtain never came down 

on the theatre of the absurd…

absurd of you to think so

thing so

things so very very.

There was a T. V. show called “You Asked For It!”

a rather threatening title, if you ask me.

“Oh no! I didn’t ask for THAT!

Oh! Please! Not that!”

But, yes, over the cliff they went in the bathtub…

whoosh! just like that.

La, La, La, dum dee dum…

it was all in fun and for the ratings…

everybody loves a staged disaster…

somebody will always love anything.