I cried a bit today
and I realized that the funk
covers me in skunk ecstasy.

Whether it be work, life, love,
apparently I am engulfed
with unlucky aroma.

Patient I have never been
nor without pickiness
nor a light thinker

so when the foothold
presents itself for exit
and simply crumbles

in the pressure of my foot
I recede further into
mental obscurity.

I cried a bit today
a mind funkified,
sans George Clinton.

04/09/2007

Author's Note: Well, now I wait.

Posted on 04/09/2007
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