Tomorrow and Tara are burning to hell,
and Scarlett is adulting now, making me
proud pulling up her big girl panties.
Tonight I’ve seen how a woman can treat
a man, Rhett, tomorrow could have held a
place for you. Tomorrow is a hereafter place,
Rhett. Locusts will sing a retrospect tune,-
a dirge so heavy the whole world’s flame
will pan sear to a flicker. Locust panties
you’ll never deep-fry.
*70 words for Mamma Zen at Real Toads
*tomorrow is my favorite