A pinch of salt
Thrown over the shoulder
Of a man with no morality
Or common sense of decency.
He flounders when caught
Like a fish in a boat
Making everyone wet
Thinking if he moved around enough
Maybe he could accidentally end up
Back in water where he could breathe.
He cleared his throat
To give this ridiculous speech
About how he is misunderstood
And wishes he had some sense of stability
In his shattered and lonely existence.
How his morality lines up
Perfectly with the cosmos
As if that really means anything
To anyone with sense.
He laughs and point his wrinkled fingers
At those that conform to the rules
As if the joke is on them.
Cannabis makes most his decisions
The rest are made by friends
That wouldn’t know what true North was
Unless they heard there was something to steal
In that particular direction.
Smoke formed circles around him
A voice loomed from above
“Are you going to make her yours
Or let her go?”
He looks down at his feet