Why
really… why
this is your first question here…
why?
well…
probably because I was exhausted
a night of tequila does that to me
I vaguely remember…
I nearly crashed the Range Rover
drivin’ home last night
and there’s another great question…
where…
…where the hell did I park
that damned P440e
but…
the question
that had me most intrigued
when I woke up this morning
and carefully looked around
was…
HOW the fuck!?
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rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
My fault! I was out riding my horse, found you on the side of the road, picked you up (will never know how I managed that!) brought you home with me. Fuck, yep.
That’s just the way that shit happens my friend…
LOL.????
Heading back from a night out, I didn’t see “horse” in my Uber app. Do I leave a tip, or just give it some grass?
Horse or not, a little grass never hurt anyone…
If I took my last comment too far, please feel free to delete!
All good my friend…
I enjoyed the comments as much as the poem. Lol. What will we do without The Muse?
Glad you enjoyed the lightheartedness Sherry…
…yes, shat will we do? 
????Love it. You know there had to be some kind of wild story behind that!
Hi JYP…
I certainly imagined there must be — at least in my mind… 
This one has been a wild ride all the way down to my comment Rob! Love it!!
Thank you Carrie…:)