It takes some things
to make the batter
but up til then
it does not matter
The cake ain’t baked
the stomach aches
the mind itself
can’t catch a break
The flour and eggs
the oil and milk
don’t satisfy
this troubled ilk
But when it’s done
and out to cool
this fat kid sees
he’s played the fool
Because a few
things had to break,
be battered too
to make the cake
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I am a Social Worker by day and an artist/writer by night. I use the written word in an attempt to make sense of the secret worlds and dysfunctional dynamics that lurk beneath the facades of our daily interactions. I am not sure how my writing styles are characterized, nor am I overly concerned about it. I am immensely enthusiastic about music and often connect better with songs than I do people. I also have an intense appreciation for quality wines and whiskies, frequently consuming them in excess. I like things that smell good and struggle to manage the symptoms of a life-long relationship with depression. So, why "grumpygorman"? Spend some time here and find out... View more posts
