It all started with ****** ticks
every once in awhile. I knew what
was coming. I'd been diagnosed.
My wires were crossed and I was
going to be a twitching scarecrow.

I'll never make love to you and carry
our child to her birth and live in
my dream home or a trailer park.
Here's to you and me what might've been.
Life is a roll of dice on God's felt table.