Dear Johnny, Part Two

Scaling Mt. Misery

by Caustic Casey

DEAR Johnny—
It took a long time to write back. I've been busy growing up.
Our President is a liar.
I think I love a girl in my class. Her Dad has lots of money.
He said I won't amount to anything because I am a catholic.
That's strange cause I don't really know what a catholic is.
I scrape rust off of wrought iron gates to make some money.
Usually I buy gum, cause I steal booze from my Parent's liquor closet.
I smoke cigars once in a while, that's why I don't own a horse.

I decided I will live now and work later, when I am old and tired.
People do it backwards.
My morning glow is my most favorite one.
Here comes one now.

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