lickety jackblog

Okay, okay, perhaps one more before hiatus, and only because I'm in Ohio right now feeling a little nostalgic. So, this isn't a "new" poem, per se, but a rather old one. Composed by a young Cold Cowboy and myself over warm cokes and cheese whilst huddled in the basement betwixt games of pool, Space Harrier and Civilization, this poem casts into sharp relief all the fears and anxieties of a couple of flashy young business men on the move.

So without further ado: Friday Morning Poetry: Retrofitted.


RISK

Is Dangerous.



Thank you for your time.

posted by dan @ 11:08 AM