Word press is somewhat new to me and I really haven’t had a chance to get to know many of you and realize the community the future surly hold. But this is my chosen behind-the-curtain, under-the-bonnet platform in which a reader of my “good stuff” found out there in the other world might have a chance to see who the fuck this btr guy really is. That’s why this is the perfect place to touch on the epidemic at hand. If you have ran across my poetry on IG or elsewhere, I’m certain that you would see I dabble in the satirical arts. Often I come across as a self-absorbed prick, aloof, uncaring; a possible sociopath. At times, those descriptors may be accurate. I feel it necessary to assure the masses that if I seem to be joking about a sensitive subject, such as a virus wreaking havoc on the life we once knew, it is not written as cold-hearted funsies, spitting in the eye of my fellow man. I am one with you all and want to get through this mess together. Satirical poetry is a pastime to weather the malcontent of the gods. Having had moderate asthma for the long haul, I understand all too well the horror of drowning in your own bronchial fluids. It’s terrifying and deserved by no one. That said, I wish all of us the best. Stay safe and separate and wash your hands. But most of all… keep on rockin’ in the free world! – btr
#dontpanic #wereinthistogether #prayerdoesnthelp so #lovethyneighbor #keeponrockininthefreeworld
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