We all got it coming

   
   "We all got it coming"
   
   From Clint Eastwood--ya know.  I run a tight ship--nobody else really gives a rat's ass.  Dishes, garbage (always wanted to be a garbage man, for real), people shit, dog shit, cooking, dishes, lifting, lifting, more lifting, even things beyond, worked and slaved to the core with no portion on paper, beaten down, no social joys save the wildlife, and can you blame me?--have you met your best friend that wants to lay your wife?  Shit has always been going down, and affects all people; however, some are chosen to be metaphorically targeted before others.  Look at politics--who'd want to be in that racket?  Let us wend way back, going retro to a Free American West.  No pollution, no heavy Federal Complex, honest law enforcement dictated by true survivalists, Native American lore and the Earth, and being non-locals, we must enter not with papers, yet with determination and steel, though, laughter alongside Trump, and a better appreciation for his Free Speech that mercurially makes for a tickle in the pinkie.
   I expect a surgical environment.  Can you blame me?  I'm taking care of two sick people, my battered self, and a dog with a limp.  If you come to help, in any form; next, help--do not fool around in front of the downtrodden, for even they can get pissed.
   When they diagnose you with disease--that's cool.  Just don't give up.  You'll get yours, but fight for now.  What the hell else can you do?  Life is not meant for the wicked or wimps, and the wicked only bring grief, false testimony, and accusation, without telling the guy at the bar--how it is.
   Have a beer--shit, you're going to die anyway.  A while back, my Mom seeing visions, and she blurts out:  "Not today."  Moreover, 600,000 people fade into nowhere every year.  Maybe they get out, somehow.  But not all to a good place--me thinks.