The Silence of the Library

Age is pain,

The old warrior said.

And settling, and giving in.

Age is a bitter pill at best.

 

The robberies and gun violence keep getting closer around here,

While my neighbor with the Great Danes

Is mowing her knee-high dog-turd grass

With a machine that's the equivalent of a swamp boat.

 

One can only guess where all those Great Dane turds

Go flying, but I'd advise the criminals to

Keep their distance, or suffer the consequences.

I'm not saying I'm armed myself, but she is, that's for sure.

 

And my wife is a Reality TV slut

And proud of it.

She'll bust the windows

Out your damned expensive car.

 

I don't mind the Silence of the Lambs

so much.

It's the silence of the library

That bothers me.