Little Things that Don't Matter

A dead horse was eating a
rice Krispy treat.
I’d like to think that the
decent thing to do would be
to be a hurricane
or formation of
some atmosphere.
For god sakes
the apocalypse could happen
any moment. Or not.
It’s called deleting
yourself from a
minefield.
If you’ve been there,
like me, then
you know you could
stop pretending you haven’t,
or at least wisen up
when it comes
to meeting my parents.