An Ode...

I awake and I lay here & ponder O'er the mass that is growing down yonder I can't help but think Of what's in my stink That when it's gone I'll be nothing but fonder

Well Meant, Poorly Met.

After prayerful counsel with Our Lord & Savior Jesus Christ, et al, it has been confirmed to me that the #massinmyass was not put there or allowed to grow by Jesus & Co to teach me humility or give me a tender heart towards vegetarians…

Build Me a Son

Build me a son, O Lord, who will be strong enough to know when he is weak, and brave enough to face himself when he is afraid, one who will be proud and unbending in honest defeat, and humble and gentle in victory. Douglas MacArthur