I've not even skimmed the surface
and they're lining up to bury me,
there's so much still to learn,
but they've lit the fires under me,

I think
they want me to burn!

Like Whittington and his cat
I'm having none of that
and so
I turn on the charm

it doesn't work
but no harm in trying.

Friday night and
so far sober
reading
Hemingway on the sofa

but there's still time.