The Kentucky Hayseed - By Bob Atkinson

The Kentucky Hayseed - by Bob Atkinson he looks a little confused his mind cast in a fix how can he concentrate on this just a little bit a jerky set of previews float over and above his articulated vision on some confused state of fuss he'd never seen a problem like this in all his life a complex set of jargon not allowing mushy light he chewed on a blade of grass considering all possibilities there just open ended reflex on most of which, he didn't care his mama told him something when a child was he he tried to focus reason when allowed here to repeat that never ending slogan of truth and firm despair carrying nothing in between his inner and outer ears the hayseed settled down to work a tumor he could see grabbed a scalpel from the nurse and simply cut it free