There will be more of these … later.
Just so you know, future me (i.e. the person who will find this most interesting and I’m writing this to remember it), I saw a few apartments today in Houston. One of them bordered a wildlife preserve. While taking the tour we went up to the fence – separating the apartments from the preserve – and there was a wild hog hanging out. Why wouldn’t there be?
A bit later my mom and I were driving around and we saw a sign that said, “Don’t Feed the Alligators – $500 fine.”
If Tones Could Talk – Anger
Oh what have I just said
The room is suddenly ice, I’m dead.
Whatever I said wrong, I was joking
I take it back! I call my right to revoking.
You’ve just said my name, and slowwwwwlyyyyy
And now you’re staring past me/at me/through me.
That tone was all things threatening
My collar I’m loosening
My hands are sweating
My nervous laugh is too nervous to laugh, it’s gone into hiding
My lips I’m biting
My … my … my you’re intimidating.
Maybe you want dinner? Flowers? Candy?
(I’m looking around you to make sure there’s nothing heavy and throwable handy.)
My what a powerful word my name can be
When you say it so delicately/angrily/slowly.
I’m supposed to respond
You’re waiting for me to respond
Ok. Here we go. I’m going to respond.
Well, that was dumb.