I wrote this performance rant in 1999 and submitted it to get into the Kitchen
Summer Institute.
Fear
Into my moody mind comes fear.
A great, caped cowboy with a laughing
Mouth split wide with grin made fetid
By years of tobacco spitting,
Onion eating, and beer swilling.
I give in without any fight.
A coward frightened by second
Rate Clint Eastwoods in bad Bronco
Billy movies. 'I must be strong,
Moody Mind
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