My Friend the Idiot

January 13th, 2019

My friend, the idiot, thinks that he can take the fish we brought from Humboldt fresh before he learns to soak the beans that grow in every soil in drought of flood;
He thinks that he can reap rewards of refrigeration — even freezing — before he learns to use the bounty of the earth alone
Of course, this is what I get for buying fish with dollars got by writing compound nothings for men who no know better than my friend, the idiot
It’s just I wish that I had got to taste that fish;
Oh well, it’s good that I like beans