If I could write all day

Why, I’d write a book!

Telling the whole world about Neal Van Reesch!

The world is a fine place

As long as you are on drugs, or swimming in the sea, you see.

I’d write jokes and poems and remembrances of things past,

Heck, I’d write about pests and the pest house

Cockroaches, skunks, bats, and that one mouse that just got away.

A man may say anything,

And certainly it is heartfelt truth

But a man may say anything

When threatened

With the integrity of his tooth.

So, friends may I invite you

To my humble room where I can play backgammon and bet on the livened

Goings on of the dying salmon

Swimming upstream in a death

Struggle?