Thirty One

Better you choose. Better you choose your fate. Don't never did say I knew, knew how to leave that mess. But I got's it. I figured all that time I was sliding back that that was just how it was, how it'd always be. Even Bessie couldn't swim out that muck. But I got's it. Paddle in one hand, rifle in another, anointed by the sweat of my ancestry... never looking back.