Now You're Just Showing Off

Lightning, rolling thunder, and lord how I miss belting out Garth Brooks with the people I love just a little better than I love All The Rest. Knuckleheads and shenanigans, autocratic pocket-pool, everybody got somebody in they closet.
Bad behavior feeds on bad choices made in bad feelings and all of us guilty and harmed.
I sing you a love song like I always have, every, every day.
What I say:
Or We Could
Thousands of different ways now
Somethin for the grandkids to read
Or not
We take ourselves too seriously. Irony jump starts my broken heart when"er I wobble.
Yada. Yada. Aren't we all broken and mending as we can?
Maybe we try a little tenderness?
Soundtrack: summer storm
Cinematography: amateur but sincere
Online makes me crazy hence the unsent trove...