One guy says
his mind’s so delicate
he can only think
while wearing mittens.
Several possibilities who hadn’t been invited showed up, but he said it all balanced out and helped make up for some who’d overslept.
In the nearby city, I was told of a man who stabbed his clock; they said everyone knew he did; they said it couldn’t be proven in a court of law, but that everyone knew he did it.
On dank, dark days when it would rain in the wrong direction, this one guy’s weakest thoughts would swell up to where he couldn’t even get his shoes on.
As a “come on,” and inducement for his version of paradise, just outside the main gate this one god put up a sign, “Check Out Our Everyday Low Tire Prices.”