i don’t like flying,
or traveling,
or doing anything that inconveniences me,
or gets me out of my comfort zone,
but i might go there
if they have good coffee,
just so long as it’s not decaf
whatever i ate, i don’t think it agrees with me,
but not on a philosophical level,
because that wouldn’t make much sense,
unless you subscribe to the theory
that my food is sentient,
to which i very much think it would not appreciate being eaten,
and thus would of course not agree with me
i kinda wonder if contributing to my 401(k)
makes me a moral man,
or perhaps it’s all this scrounging and saving
and working to one day not have to work
that makes me truly deplorable,
like an ostrich pecking at a scar that won’t heal
Fred Aiken Writing 