Large Fierce Mammal

Just yesterday, my friend the Esteemed Cowboy John laid down this challenge:

I used a word today that I simply love, and honestly don’t use enough. I don’t think it is used enough period. It is “feckless”. So I challenge my friends to USE this word today. Either in text or spoken. It is actually an easy word to use, though we don’t use it often.

I’m a day late, but I’m game.

As we age, we become less compliant, and this can be readily observed in the world. Those predisposed to compliance in perpetuity find this unsettling when they notice it at close quarters being expressed by people they know, and often feel entitled to intervene. Fuck them.

Some of us elevate our non-compliance to a High Arte, and it is to those I dedicate today’s poem. Oh, and John too, even if that might seem redundant.

Eschew the Feckless

By LFM

Who seeks to live Life free and dreckless
Needs must learn a way that’s techless,
How to mend lest he be mechless,
Eschewing all that’s mean and feckless.

Though critics caution Hyde and Jeckyless,
Even they may learn to heckless.
He is stayed from paths most reckless
Who fears his balls become a necklace.