The Snows Of Kilimanjaro...With Apologies To Ernest Poem by r james sterzinger

The Snows Of Kilimanjaro...With Apologies To Ernest



he was made wrong
blame his mama
blame his daddy
blame God
either way
his septum was messed up

he couldn't get
a decent night's sleep
the older he got
and the longer he needed
to sleep
the worse it got

so he told a doctor
to 'fix it.'
'fix it so I can get some sleep
before the next thing goes out
like my prostrate
then I will be up all night
never getting any sleep either.'


and one girl
and one girl
wanted to help him mend

and one girl
and one girl
wanted to get him in the end

so a cat fight ensued over him
and after he got better
he still couldn't sleep
because he had to sleep
with one eye open
so he wouldn't end up like Van Gogh
missing stuff
ending up
the same way his septum did
in a garbage bag at a landfill
or worse
is there worse?

you see women are like that
they divide and conquer
divide and conquer
they'll even do that
to a divided man
a man torn in pieces

Hemingway knew that
better than any of us
he had the women
he took to the bottle
he divided his septum
with a double-barreled
twelve-gauge


and just like Hemingway's hero in
The Snows of Kilimanjaro
our hero learned
it's best to accept things
the way they are
whether its women fighting for you
women fighting for you soul
or hanging on to the last minutes of life

that's what a man does
it's all that matters
in the end anyhow
am I right?

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