Reading my "Not Enough Distractions: A poem for RB"

This poem in all its rawness is for you, Ron.

.Connie.

there aren’t enough distractions

for RB

not the monotony of chewing

nor the sharpness of fasting

sitcoms really aren’t funny

and there are too many voices

too much canned laughter

anyway, their timing is all off

i can pet the dog

or yell for him to get away

i don’t need comfort or solace

not when there is a god to curse

because everyone says he pulled your card

and your number was drawn

but who the fuck signed up for this draft anyway?

there aren’t enough distractions

not for me nor for a god