Just try to find the man hidden in these words.
When I left, you were mixed up, spewing
Exclamations of woe that resembled the roar of children,
Insisting I was not obliged to be absent.
But I was taught to be ashamed of my sexuality
The result of an information-rich democracy.
One more day goes by and
Police search for missing baby of dead woman found in refrigerator.
Massacre is a word I’ve become accustomed to reading recently.
Oh, the things that happen prior to falling in love
And the surprising secret all-natural treatment for impetigo
That may be just as effective as the standard of care.
The future is here, really.
All who wander, are not lost.