we should always tell ourselves the truth.
and find our own realities
it’s there .
learn it
find it
believe it
and don’t lie to ourselves
we should never lie to ourselves.
never
about who we are
what we are capable of
about what realty is.
about what who we are
and what we can do
and take responsibility
of what we do.
and have done.
we should always tell ourselves the truth
even if we don’t understand it
if we don’t do that.
how can we understand
our own life
our own actions
In the morning I’ll cry
but by the afternoon
it’ll all go dry
and by the evening I’ll lie
and say it’s all just fine.
There’s nothing as real
As the way I feel.
Tossed round
Up and down
Smacked to the grill
Up
Down
Carried on the undercarriage.
Under the wheel.
And then tossed out again.
To go up
And down
And back to the whole routine again
One lane at a time.
It was quiet
In the kitchen
All day,
As I prepped for the evening
Just me, the cutting board,
And my knife.
Cutting veggies,
Butchering lamb racks, tuna,
And salmon.
I had done the sauces earlier.
And than the night crew came in.
Rattling off words so fast,
And loud,
There went the peacefulness
The silence
The time to think.
Big boy walks into the kitchen,
Carrying a plastic grocery bag.
He walks up to Sarge
and drops the bag on sarge’s cutting board.
He than turns around
And walks back out of the kitchen.
Everybody in the kitchen goes quiet,
Waiting for
Sarge to snap at him.
But instead,
Sarge just starts laughing.
Opens the bag
And started pulling out the items in the bag:
A rack of lamb, a small bag of.beans, a potato,
A couple of rolls, and two cans of coke.
The silence breaks
As the stainless door to the kitchen
Swings back and forth.
Of course, everybody is talking about what just happened
And wondering what it was all about.
Sarge looks over to Wolf,
“Ok, I know you are wondering what just happened.”
” Yeah. ”
“Well, Big Boy, lost a bet. ”
Wolf looked puzzled. “But what does that have to do with that?”
” that’s what he eats after he gets off.
He bet that for a month. And lost. ”
Wolf just stared at the food on the cutting board.
Sarge continued.
“He bet his meal, and it goes to a dish dog.”
Wolf laughed. “He’s on a diet.”
“Yes, he is now.”
Smyon-Pa 