What Kills Me

“What Kills Me”

What I don’t know probably won’t kill me – it’s what I do know that hurts.

God might be a conductor – composing music to my satisfaction.

Sometimes I think we are all actors – Shakespeare thought so.

If this is the case – then maybe we don’t live in the real world.

It’s possible the entire universe is made up of giant matzo balls.

Even Fort Knox is full of cream cheese, bagels, and lox.

Any first year economics student can tell you that.

Money is full of bittersweet honey.

Every person pays.

The bus ride was dreadful.  These morons right next to me were talking about how you had to suffer through extremes of body temperatures before you could experience death and feel a great suffering, agony, and pain.

I suffer through enough crap without listening to garbage.

I say, put them in a freezer and lock them in.

Maybe then they’ll know what the hell they’re talking about.

All of these jerks belong in the produce department.

Stick them with the frozen fish.

If they’re looking for fright – let them enlist.

Lots of love, my friend.

Jonathan Billet