“Ah, sonofabitch, it happened again.” Ned said.
“Why didn’t you just press that button instead?”
Tyler objected, from the bed.
“How was I to know-“
“Have you guys seen my toe?”
I rudely exclaimed from below.
Everyone looked down at me
To see how the fuck I could be
Indubitably and indefinitely
Serious about losing a fucking toe.
We glanced around, in the glow,
Looking for my lost toe.
Who’s decision was it, though,
To play in the knife factory?
Why does this always happen to me?
I’m always suggesting these things,
Regardless of whatever consequence the action brings,
And treat cautionary tales as a bucket of springs.
They simply seem silly,
Much like my neighbor’s dog Willy,
Plus, after all, I’m Hill Billy.
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