This is a joke of course.

I mean a poem, really

But my apocalypse survival kit must include.

One revolver, small but powerful
Five rounds.
One shot.

NOTES – Guess Who?

Luv you Burt…

If I'm not following you,
It's because you are a better poet than me.

If I'm following you,
It's because you are a leader.

Talking too much?
I’ll take a break.
Go watch a flix movie…
Nope.
Go read a, what do they call those?
Go outside, if you can.
Go inside, if you dare.
Go forth,
Which way?

Give me your poor.
Check.
Tired?
Have a monster…..
Hugged?
Have the mass (or is something on your face), removed.
Alienated?
Watch a movie….
Tired?
Don’t keep reading this poem.


Let’s just not worry about the little things…..