IF

If he knew he’d be dead by dark

Tolstoy supposedly said he’d keep

plowing which proves either

he really liked to plow or else

he was a bit off that day and I think

it must be the latter because

no sane man likes to plow that much

unless you mean the metaphorical

kind (haha) but Ell Tee was way too

uptight for that sort of thing and

not that imaginative but if

I were cursed with such knowledge

I’d find a hot metaphor and have a

wild time and get a revolver to

defend myself in case I’m slated

to die at the hands of a jealous

lover whose girlfriend I haven’t even

slept with and I know I’d probably

end up being shot with my own

weapon because as the Greeks figured

out a long time ago that’s how

these things usually end since

nobody escapes irony but still I say

it’s best to go down fighting or

polishing your weapon or being

metaphorical or doing anything

that counts as honest rebellion.