My mouth burns. I've eaten a fried
Jalapeño. Two grandkids are here
(Don’t they ever go home?). The sun's
Set too early. The wind's been
Unpleasant. The empire's too-slow
Demise leaves me crabby. By contrast,
Too soon, I'll be flying to Texas to
Endure a week with the in-laws. What
Luck! The burn, the waiting, the painful
Encounters with grandkids and in-laws
Leave me with the thought that life
Isn't something somebody should
Cherish, as it and hell seem the same.