Steadily he stalks
Vacant black eyes behind thick glasses
A fishing hat
Sits
Atop a one track mind
With muscles bulging
He wanders
And wanders
Aimlessly walking through a life
Complete with awkwardness
Lacking any purpose
No direction
His cut off purple shirt
Reveals a simple
Existence
All for five cents.
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October 18, 2008 at 12:23 pm
Hey Andy this is great. Glad I stumbled upon your site. Hope you’re doing good, man!
-the other andy in jackson hole