Wednesday, June 29, 2005

A Wiener in Chaos 

I am a wiener in chaos
a lone sentry in the eye of the maelstrom
unmoved by the conspiring forces
that threaten to rip me apart
and in different directions
until I am but a tattered wiener

I am a wiener in chaos
I stand alone
my helmet cocked to one side
a bubblegum cigarette
dangling from my lips
a puff of cornstarch
is spirited up into the gale
I feel the inevitable
closing in
but I am steadfast and firm
my resolve does not waver
as I shut my eyes
as tight as I'm able

I am a wiener in chaos