I asked my wife before bed last night
if I should use my razor blade until I cut myself?
Why would you want to do that, she inquires,
So I know I’ve gotten maximum value out of it, I reply.
She tells me to go to sleep,
Probably wondering who she married,
After 25 years she knows how crazy I am
That value is paramount
Even with a little pain to prove it
Value is everything to me
It’s something that is fleeting fast
in our disposable world.
I’m going for it
What’s another scar on my humble face
Value and cheapness are two different entities
This is a conceptual thing
Some might say art
I say, “let it rip”….
