“The great chief died and everybody’s guts died with him.”
Edward G. Robinson, 1948
catalog of sorrows*
i feel sorry for people who lie
i feel sorry for restaurants with no patrons
i feel sorry for thinning flocks of migrating geese even though geese are gross
i feel sorry for tone-deaf music lovers, though i’m told there are none
i feel sorry for kids who hate sleepaway camp, but get sent there anyway
i feel sorry for single people who want to be married
i feel sorry for married people who want to be single
i feel sorry for glue sniffers and gas huffers everywhere
i feel sorry for sellers of electric guitars
*not inclusive, not rated