Changing the Mind's Diaper

She told me I was “full of it” As she walked away. I muttered “What?” Then sat in lightly drizzling sun repeating “damn!” “what have I done?” The curbstone bruised my pouting cheeks stray dogs gazed sadly at my plight and then - dear god! an awful thought “what if – oh no” “could she be right”!? I slowly loosed the sticky things holding the package without pins to gaze upon the fetid mass of twisted logic’s compost bins. She claimed a simple turnabout as what goes in must come out. Alas, at times, we must admit all of us are full of “it”. John G. Lawless ©4/16/2018