alright, stop me if you’ve heard this one before—
so an axe-murderer and his helpless victim go into the woods
and it gets darker and darker and they go deeper and deeper
until she says, please! i’m scared! as one does,
and the axe-murderer snaps, you think you’re scared? what about me?
i have to go out of these woods alone!
ha! ha! alright, how about this one:
a starving peasant and his old mother go up a mountain
and they go higher and higher and it gets steeper and steeper
until they reach the top and the peasant puts his mother down
and she tells her son, you better get going
because it’s getting dark but don’t
worry i’ve been gathering and dropping
sticks so you can follow them home on the way down
okay, how about this one:
a starving murderer and his helpless mother go into a home
and she says please visit me as often as you can
but he’s neither a sadistic bastard nor a devout buddhist,
and all i can think is, you think you’re scared?
i have to drive home alone
and it’s so damned lonely here
this one now, you’ll like it:
no-one on the road,
and it’s autumn, getting dark