6-6-2025 Took A Break

I slept at the foot of the mountain, There’s cheese in the trap waiting, Bait out the prey, Counting out every second it’s taking. Haven’t ate in several days, In a week. Listen for the snap, Now there’s dinner in the trap waiting. I forgot my second language, Guess I have nothing worth saying. Thank god for this dinner, Practice patience by leaving my plate untouched, I haven’t finished or even begun praying. Blue meats, I need my flames for American Spirits and Marlboro’s I’ve been partaking in.