Monday, February 4, 2019

No Guts, No Story

Are you risk-averse?
I’m such a weirdo!
Who’ll drive the hearse?
From bad to worse—
just as you feared-o—
(why you’re risk-averse).
You took a whole course
on districts that were cleared of
inhabitants—a hearse
came and took poor Katie Norris.
You couldn’t afford to be a weirdo
in those Skibbereen-y, sex-averse
days of wandering in the forest
wondering what hair-do
would best please the hearse.
But do I have any choice but to cross-dress
when the devil’s got me by the beard-o?
If you’re so risk-averse,
who’ll drive the hearse?