Easter Means; God, Death Threats, Jack Daniels, And Poetry

In honor of Easter passing, the passing of my employment, and all of the death threats that I received while working...


"The Hare Club for Men"

Any parent knows that they have to keep this idea going as long as possible.
The twinkle in their child’s eye is something unspeakable. As for myself;
I feel the same way, but I am the idea. My tools are in the way that I act
around the children. I pretend that I eat really healthy. It’s the way
that they have everything to tell me and I cannot tell them anything. A child
needs someone like me. They need to believe and they need to cherish
the lack of knowledge that they have before they get older. The eggs,
the pastel colors, the pictures, and soar arms from lifting...

Nowadays, kids are starting to grow up a lot faster
than they used to. They are getting everything they wanted plus
more and they really don’t see that they are breaking my spirit.
They want to unmask me. The older ones think
it is cool to try to beat me up, but I just have to stay silent,
wave, and continue on with the tools that were given to me.


In response to Luis J. Rodriguez’s Carrying My Tools


This is a Petrarchan Sonnet! It is still a work in progress. Enjoy!