Pollen Season

These obscene, exhibitionist trees
With their pollen and seasonal sleaze
You might think I’m a prude
But it’s quite blooming rude
How their lovemaking’s making me sneeze

Seasons

I moved to New England for seasons
So it seems like a spiritual treason
To feel stuck like a magnet
So frigid and stagnant
And longing for more arid regions

Crab Cowboy

Some day you wake up and you just need to draw a crab with a little cowboy hat and a lasso.

Credit to my friend Daedlogistics for getting these parody lyrics to Bon Jovi’s “Wanted Dead or Alive” stuck in my head while I was streaming the drawing process:

I’m Crab Cowboy / On a seahorse I ride / I’m wanted / Buttered and fried