Hindsightis really somethingwith its unerring wisdomforever on the hipshauled aroundlike so much ladingthough happier tossed offwithout settling the bill.You carry yours on a chainin a back-pocket wallet,mine’s stowedbehind a gold crown,left mandibular rear molar,which is how my familywill know me when I’m gone.We did not anticipatethe cuttingcunning of enemies,the force of greed.Our money’s no good now,our children dispossessed:We did not account for this.
For Grapeling’s prompt to the Real Toads: What Fresh Hell Is This?