Thoughts On The Dead

Musings on the Most Ridiculous Band I Can't Stop Listening To

A Break In The Case

“Help.”

Hello?

“Help me. Please.”

No, no, no. I am not talking to a road case.

“Not the case. It’s me, I’m in here.”

Red Metal Stool! My God, you’re all broken and mangled.

“Get me to a hospital.”

No. You’re not a person.

“A vet.”

Or an animal.

“Blacksmith.”

That’s who you want. What happened here?

“I assume it was terrorism.”

Maybe a stagehand dropped the case.

“No. Terrorism.”

Whatever. Why are you even in a road case?

“Bobby threw me off the bus.”

Why?

“Kept dropping deuces.”

I don’t blame him. Wait. You can poop?

“Yes, and I can feel. And I can cry.”

I hate what my life’s become.

3 Comments

  1. Mean, Green, Devil Eating Machine

    April 27, 2017 at 11:31 am

    You know what happened to that one, right?

  2. allthebeerscombine

    April 27, 2017 at 12:22 pm

    .

  3. Luther Von Baconson

    April 27, 2017 at 1:30 pm

    hope the stool of the Red Stool is not red. happy poos only. peace out.

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