someone, you don’t know them, handed me a pen,
and told me to write something meaningful,
and while this isn’t it,
at least it started the conversation, i guess,
or i don’t know, maybe it’s like modern art,
you just not supposed to question it,
at all
climbed a volcano,
but because it was dormant
it didn’t fight me to be noticed,
but i’m fairly certain it w a s looking to erupt
at any moment, you know,
just to show me who was boss
i lost a thumb war with my nephew,
but rather than take it in stride and be a humble loser,
i kicked my nephew in the shins,
so that’s why i’m no longer allowed to babysit
Fred Aiken Writing 