lately my tinnitus has moved from my ears to my heart.
and boy does that constant ruckus make it hard to feel the good—as difficult as pulling teeth from a chicken.
in fact the only good i'm feelin' these days is the news that i'm not alone.
i mean try finding a chicken with any teeth left.
it's downright impossible, which leads me to conclude that there are a bunch of people already out there, and i have my suspicions who, pullin' them out like there's no tomorrow.
three words: dem old crats