Ode To A Cane
My constant companion. I can’t bear to touch you, yet I’m unable not to. You witness all my moods, my victories, my failures. As much as I hate you, you are the one thing in my life that I can always count on. And yet, my fondest hope is that day when I can cast you aside. If that day comes… when that day comes, don’t take it personally when I consign you to the incinerator. It’s nothing personal. No, that’s a lie. But everyone lies, right? It is personal, very personal. Oh how I will love watching you burn.