My name is Earl. The show.
My life , my wife
Wait no, I’m wife
In strife
In life
Sickness and health
Til death may we part
But my name can’t be Earl if I myself am a girl
Cruel mothers name their kids cruel things
But my mother wasn’t
So while I am a girl
I am not a girl named Earl
I did however
At one point
A time or two
Watched a show called my name is Earl
Why do we needed to know what is name is
That’s far beyond my scope of understanding
Did I care
Did you care
Someone cared
Questions breed more questions
Confused?
Me too
It’d be more helpful if our questions breed answers
Would it not?
Or would life be too easy
Too easy to be
Easy to exist
Too easy to love
Too easy to live in a world filled with
War not peace
Or is it peace not war
Somehow they seem transposable
Don’t ask me why
On opposite ends of the spectrum they should be
Different sides of the coin
I’m rambling
I should stop
This I know
Yet I keep going and going
Farther down the rabbit hole I go
S.B.