“Killed 99 bears”
a fact that if actually accomplished, should be put on a tombstone.
Hemingway is proud.
“We hope he has gone to rest”
is there a possibility this man is not actually dead
and that he’s out there
somewhere
hunting bears
Once upon a dim stage dreary, while I twirled, weak and weary
Under many quaint and curious gaze’s of voyeurs wanting more
While I spun round, nearly falling, suddenly there came a calling
the voice of which was quite appalling, appalling and it screamed out “WHORE”
Tis’ some drunkard, I muttered, screaming out the insult “WHORE”
Only this and nothing more.
OH MY FUCKING GOD
