Some women snore

Some women snore

Not that I’m complaining

Too many men drink

Far too much

Make promises they can’t keep

The worst of them

Have no intention of doing

The right thing

Unless they come out of it

On the right side

It seems to me

There is always a whole heap

Of crazy

Going on

None of it makes a lot of sense

Whether drunk or sober.

I almost want to say

“And here’s the thing”

But what does that even mean?

There is always another thing

Waiting to be aired.

“Just let me say this

I will say it only once

But if I’ve said it once

I’ve said it a million times.

What does

Any of it matter?”

Never a truer word

Was ever spoken

This side of crazy.