He really doesn’t care
what other folk think
he just doesn’t care
and won’t even blink
at the thought
that someone cross with him
may want to make a stink
or nudge him towards the brink—
he’s swayed there long enough
to understand the drink
and know that if he takes the plunge
how quickly he’ll sink
beneath the roiling ink,
at least that’s what he thinks.
Are You Reading Me?
Hello,
ReplyDeleteI like the subject very much.
How can you think out of the box everytime...? :)
Regards,
Dimple
Hey Dimps, thanks for your encouragement. Take care,
ReplyDeleteBob