20

MULCH 

HWY20

I was at the

Too-drunk-to-function junction

Reached the end of road

and unloaded my load

Miscreants mingling

in mischievous matters

Those that still swear

said I swore aloud

but I personally

can’t swear

to that

at all

I know I was angry

Report 'wild flailing'

others abandon

As I start

mournful wailing

Members

of a joint -

membership

I don’t recall

Joining

In a roadside

juke joint

I don’t recall

entering

Witnesses

to my whipping

Lips flap

about my flagging

Lies linger

about my lackings

Justifying injustices

Distrusting the trust

Throwing me

under

the next

passing bus

Mulch for concrete

Meal for the worms

Meat meet the street

And we all meet the terms