Mr. Hot Dog Head Hits the Road

Goodbye Mr. Hot Dog Head goodbye
Your past is frying your fat at last
May you reach that big bun in the sky
Run along and try to catch it fast

Although I will not miss you still I
Marvel at the shifting shadings of
Your proud pulsing purple hot dog head
I wish you had somebody to love
But I see at least you are well fed

Goodbye Mr. Hot Dog Head goodbye
Your flushed head flashing red as you go
Your only love is the kind you fry
But all you can do is what you know

Your inner rebirth is in your girth
And we both know that you cannot grow
In any other way at least today
Good luck now as you wander the earth
But please Mr. Hot Dog Head: stay away

+Steven Curtis Lance



Copyright MMVI

Yes, Mr. Hot Dog Head is gone for good, thank heaven. He was a real person who rented a room from me, but who became the subject of an emergency 72-hour eviction process. My attorney and a very effective enforcer-man saw him off at five this past late afternoon, and he is gone. He has already been replaced by the very nice and kind young man who was waiting for his room, and who gave me a whole bunch of my beloved Tootsie-Pops in celebration yesterday. We are all much happier now.

As good old Martin Luther himself says in the Small Catechism:

"Let each his lesson learn with care
And all the household well shall fare"

Amen!

But now I do have this poetic character, Mr. Hot Dog Head. I might write of him from time to time, just for old times' sake.

Life is, ultimately, funny as hell. Absurd, but a real kick in the head.

Thanks and love,

+Stevie

Dear STEVEN
CONGRATS FOR THE VICTORIOUS EVICTION
SUPANI