Total Nonsense

I have no angst.
I'm not tragic, much as I'd like to be.

If you break it down, way way down, I have it easy.
I have the internet, no?

I even have rollover minutes and baseball.

Seamus thinks I lie, but he eats butter on his bread.
He has pain, two divorces and magazine subscriptions that he never pays for.

I have to drink blended whiskey and pretend I don't like it, but my bills are few.

Together we make a pretty good pair.

We're an Oreo cookie out on the town, looking for filling.

Double stuff, that is.


M. PotPie