Stand up

The basket is empt; as I weep for fallen snow. Rain ice melts in a river flow. As I 

collect my thoughts that I cherish within,

I wonder where to start. I wonder where to begin. And then it hits me like a tumbleweed in the South that I have become frivolous. And cold and distant and rude and greedy. I shouldn't hurry or be so speedy. I'm lackadaisical. My head is buried deep in my own ass. I need to release what's within. And use my tthoughts that I cherish. Like amoxicillin.

I'm allergic to penicillin. And use insulin

That makes me fat. Like I'm John Candy's

stand- in. One last stand at this winter rodeo messy mushy mush. I guess I have to stand up.