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Cuz the goddamn T-shirt says so!
Well, the first time it was Billy,
ball busting Billy, who said
“go ahead, just do it”.
To this day I am not sure
what caused me to follow
this instruction.  The end result,
I had red finger tips
for three weeks
and my finger prints
are still on file
in the park
on that bench.
The opportunities
to “just do it!” came
more frequently when
alcohol was flowing,
or there was a cute girl
to impress with my
stupidity and daring.
Scars, bruises(physical
and emotional), a U-tube
moment with the half life
of radium.
Marriage was like that,
I mean the proposal part.
That was the only time
I was the one to say
“Hey, let’s just do it!”
Age hasn’t cured this anomaly.
At 68 I looked at a kayak,
that voice whispered
“just do it” – I did.
My hips and shoulders ache,
my kneecaps are sunburnt
and I pray there is no-one
around with a camera as I
try to get my old ass out
of my new kayak.
Ball busting Billy started it
and the goddamn T-shirt
just keeps egging me on.

6/16/2016

submitted to – If it hurts so bad, why do we do it?
sponsor – Silent One

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