Reexamine
everything
It’s
your last chance at happiness
Don’t
dawdle or else you’ll pop like a weasel
Red
haired, freckled troll
I
was as timeworn as Benjamin Button
As
young as a pickled herring, thirty seven years after his Bar mitzvah
Let’s
not stutter, stammer or procrastinate
Pull
out into the intersection when it’s your turn to enter the fray
I
know you’re often at a loss for words, now let go of the undeserved pressure
weighing on your clipped wings and fly out of the open window like a yellow or blue
parakeet
Reevaluate
everything
It’s
your last opportunity to avoid permanent sadness
Don’t
put off tomorrow what you can put off today
Angry,
ill-begotten son
Hanging
out in his room, playing with his Fisher Price Adventure People
He
made up stories and invested time in these imaginary people’s lives
Let’s
stop acting out the same tragic comedy
It’s
time we look our makers in the eye and claim victory before we’re pummeled
again into the unforgiving ground with our own hungry fists
L'Chaim
Charles Cicirella
2/13/20 
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