Every night the same thief—
I lie awake waiting for him.
I have a stout club with his name on it.
Well, O.K., it’s a stick.
Well, really it’s a rooster that never moves.
And what good is that?
The thief steals in & leaves me with out.
He takes my radio & leaves me with the static.
Nothing but a full bladder can save me—
but by then I want nothing more
than to relax my grip.

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Dave Bonta (bio) crowd-sources his problems by following his gut, which he shares with 100 trillion of his closest microbial friends — a close-knit, symbiotic community comprising several thousand species of bacteria, fungi, and protozoa. In a similarly collaborative fashion, all of Dave’s writing is available for reuse and creative remix under a Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 United States License. For attribution in printed material, his name (Dave Bonta) will suffice, but for web use, please link back to the original. Contact him for permission to waive the “share alike” provision (e.g. for use in a conventionally copyrighted work).

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