The Gules of August

August 1st, 1966 Binoculars A knife And a can of Spam I have been a victim of many unusual and irrational thoughts I never saw the Doctor again To Whom It May Concern: I have just taken my mother's life… I imagine it appears that I brutally killed both of my loved ones I was only trying to do a quick thorough job I never could quite make it These thoughts are too much for me She fixed the elevator for me 14 more and an unborn child Not bad for an Eagle Scout Perched atop the Texas Tower You don't know how happy that makes me You don't know how happy that makes me How happy that makes me You don't know how happy that makes me...