Hoosier Poet

Monday, January 26, 2026

Swerving on the road,
even though I'm at a crawl
Snow be damned: Work calls.

Snow Day

Shovel the driveway
Pile the snow in the yard
Play until Frozen.

Centerpoint bastards
Keep offering us band-aids
While still stabbing us.

Stores overflowing,
and the shelves stripped almost bare
as people panic

The Message

Reversed Ten of Wands,
with the upright Eight of Swords...
I have work to do.

Get your milk and bread!
A winter storm is coming!
It will kill us all!

Anyway
I look horrible.
Red eyes, hair messed, fat as fuck...
yet, I hit record.