Who is Telling the Truth?

And then there was so much to do. There was the morning to be had, coffee in hand. The sun had to rise, just in time. Rubbing, itching, scratching sleep tainted eyes, and finally, crawling from warm bed. Exist in this pre-dawn autumn day red, this post funeral grog we attend. Beer and meat sit in the fridge for a Midwest effect. Those who sprawl cozy across the couch as a dog runs about. Folger’s hangs the air, as if we have lost our taste for the black stuff, but can’t seem to get enough- in every cup. No longer über trendy Chicky-micky superstar geniuses drenched in cynicism talking.  Windows fogged, so much to do, again. We sit and watch the clock spin, avoiding those who lack the ability for positive conversation. Let words out at whim; language. All artists acknowledged, now stand in line. All saints are polished, hear their rhyme. Drove up town, to drive back down town, and there is only one thing left to do but sit. Keyboard sounding a tale which has never been edited, iterated, or told before; and we bless those we love (sort of). -Believing in God just because, just to. But we do.  Our hash-browns come in packages, our chickens live in oppressive coops, and plastic surrounds our milk, but who is telling the truth?


About Terry Scott Niebeling

Hello, My name is Terry Scott, a human being with flaws. twitter: @sirterryscott Buy my ebooks: http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_noss_1/191-4788099-1818040?url=search-alias%3Daps&field-keywords=terry+scott+niebeling
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