Times Are Tough Poem by Saul McCandless

The times are tough, in comparison
Needling, baggage and surgical procedures
I am in remission for this.

My hot dogged style and the coming in
Of challenges arisen by good food and taste
I cannot condone my self.

Sponsored by a flamingo bingo table
Texts and talk from Egyptian heroes
I am villain, saliva spilling

An argument, left me alone, at home
My Mother disappears at choice times
I am everything and anything.