Fifty Rabbits

The significance of fifty is obvious
but ever-changing to fit its context.

Fifty can mean middle-aged
and wizened, slack but determined.

Fifty can mean test-failing,
cursing and destroyed, hardened but hurt.

Fifty can be half of a partnership,
half of a crumb cake,
half of a crummy partnership,
or even half of a crumb cake you made with a partner.

Fifty can be math class,
filled with percentages,
fractions and no fruit filling.

Sometimes fifty can be the worst,
but sometimes fifty can be a lot of rabbits,
which can good or bad,
depending on the context.

The Mechanical Mode of Me

Whenever I eat my mother's brownies
I always raise one eyebrow
and let out a shocked and awed, "Mmmmmmm,"
as if I didn't know they'd taste so good.

Whenever I'm down on my luck,
I tend to throw my
arms up in the air
and say, "aw well."

I know I'm full from eating too much
when I sigh a lot,
or when it hurts to breathe
and I'm above water.
If I'm underwater then that my be
the reason it hurts to breathe,
but how often does that happen?

Whenever something good comes my way,
I also do the brownie thing.
Like, "MMMMmmmmm, I'm so honored to be receiving this academic achievement award!"
Or, "MMMMmmmmm, I'm so happy to be swimming in a lake of brownie batter!"

I have these mechanics that allow me to operate successfully,
you can find them in my schematics
which can be located in my user manual.
They aren't very complicated but they're firm
and operate on a set of strict guidelines so keep in mind
that If I happen to be underwater
and full at the same time I'll probably let out a big sigh and drown.

My Dad

Biochemists can be cowboys,
beakers don't encompass everything.

A 12-gauge curiosity of his
quickly turned into an NRA membership,
and now the 1st Sunday
of every month is:

"Cow Boy Shooting Day,"
down at the local range.

Yeehaw.