Francis Cash #23

Francis: Uh ohs, it’s time for some snackeroones. Hey pops, What about some ham-burglars
Ethan: You, you mean burgers?
Francis: Yeahs burglars
Ethan: (gets buns, singing)
Turkey, lobster, sweet potato pie.
Pancakes piled up ’till they reach the sky.
Francis: (singing) Wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak wak
Ethan: bun down!
Francis: ….
Simon: ….
Ethan: Then patty, followed by ketchup, mustard, pickles, extra onions, lettuce, cheese, tomatoes, and bun, in that order!

Consent

Consent is easy
It looks like
Me sending you texts all day
About
Tongue and two finger combos
what I wish I could do
Because I know you like them
It looks like me
Wearing a tie
Because I know
You like to take it off
And be blindfolded
Consent
Is both of us
Passionately
Having fun
Both of us
Burning out together
Both of us
Coupled together
Like
A spliced electrical wire
That’s consent
——
If it isn’t firing
If it isn’t equally enthusiastic
If you’re not in to it
Than I’m not having fun
We can do something different
Anything
Cook
Nap
There is no pressure to be anything

Other than who and what we are

Consent is easy

-E

Men

You are
Not
A number on a scale
Body mass
Or
The hardness of your dick.
The fit of your shirt
The measure of your hairline
The balance of your bank account …
The
The
The
The

You are
Your word
Your thoughts
Your loyalty
Your character
Your ethic
Your legacy
Your wit
Your grit
——
Don’t buy what they are selling …
Don’t hate what they are selling
Don’t even consider it…
It’s just their job…
That’s what they do …

But you
Are
A man
A father
A son
A husband
A brother
A human citizen
And you
Are
Here.

You adapt to change
And
Obstacles
Like an Olympic athlete
And you run this race
Your race
And you have a cloud of
Witnesses watching
Cheering you on…
You are what you love
And how you love
You are hands that build
And
Leave
A legacy.

You
Are
Here.

-E

372nd month (it’s only life)

The sun it rose

The rose it bloomed

The Years they passed

They said it changed in five

But it’s more like twenty

——

The Jester Jest

While

The Joker did his best

The Bishop wept

The proud man lied

While the ego and pride starved

The hippy cried

Meanwhile

The middle class was slowly dying ….

But the working man

The partner

The power couple

They keep their heads down and they keep building

Dylan said

It’s life and life only….

——-

I climbed that mountain

To write your name in the wind

So they could spread your seduction

Across Appalachia

Now I’m down from my mountain

To tell the tale

——-

Hear the names

From the ghost

From

The broken life

From the middle class

Who endured so well

We try to forget the earth the clay

That we all return to someday

But god is on that mountain

And

The past cries out with every new morning.

Children remember, there’s a cloud of witnesses watching over you…

Who’ve gone on before you-who knows the path so well….

Beagle in The City #293

Ethan: (steps in something…) what the?? Ugh…FRANCIS! Francis Cash! Get in here!
Francis: What did I do?
Ethan: Why did you not use your litter box? Oh my god, it’s everywhere…this is carpet man.
(Starts to clean it up.)
Wait, this isn’t sh$t this is olives…
Simon: Yeah, I wouldn’t eat those, they’re gross and disgusting.
Francis: Atleast he tries new tings.
Simon: the cheeses were good tho.
Ethan: man, I was saving these…