In the good
old days
I could say
what I wanted
and I loved
everybody.
Back in the
good old days.
I was busy making
and racing my wonky billy cart
I didn’t have had time
to be mentally healthy.
When I woke up
I wound up my rusty old watch.
A family heirloom.
A precious reminder of my grandfather.
I enjoyed eating everything.
I was never ever told
What foods would cause me to
Kick the bucket.
Me and my mates in the boat
Caught flathead who ate anything.
We never measured what we snagged.
Never took a photo of our catch.
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