Late Nonsense

Nonsense
Are the things that I talk about,
When I return late
On my Friday walkabout.

After a week at the local nuthouse
Crazy notions, schedules and such,
I talk my nonsense stories
They don’t really mean too much.

Don’t take it wrong, I’m only venting
Don’t even listen, just turn your ear,
Twelve-hour-long days
Three times a week
Adds up to a lot of nonsense each year.

9/25/13

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