You have spray-painted grafitti all over my life and I am sick of the tags.
People in the neighborhood don’t know anymore if I’m a felon or a philosopher.
Every morning when I wake up, I am covered with some new colorful, bubble-lettered acronym standing for your latest rant.
Is this how you spend your nights, illustrating my psyche with your urban tattoos?
Well, I’m taking a shower before I go out to the store.
And that spray paint better be gone before I get home.
I’m going to buy you a computer.
2 thoughts on “FELONY”
I don’t know If I said it already but …This blog rocks! I gotta say, that I read a lot of blogs on a daily basis and for the most part, people lack substance but, I just wanted to make a quick comment to say I’m glad I found your blog. Thanks, 🙂
A definite great read..Jim Bean
Thanks for the kind words. I write this stuff on the steering wheel of my car at red lights. They are sort of “Accident Related Works”.
I appreciate the feedback. Please visit the blog again. Donna