If We Can't Make It Thru The Front We'll Go Thru The Side

A whole week of suicide talk and
Depression news
Propelled me out of the house.

Had to go to my club and find one of my soldiers.

My boy was up against the wall
In the corner.
Cane off to the side.
He has M.S.
Remember?

He hasn't forgotten.

Told me he was having a bad day.
Bad equates uncontrollable muscle fatigue.
This rock hard, little boy of 36
With the washboard abs
2% body fat tops
Might fall down.
Those tree trunks he calls legs can barely hold him up tonight.

Still, he's there.

Waiting
To sway with me and to plant fat, hot kisses on my third eye
While
We're up against the wall conjoined.