My gut clenches hard;
Hunker down and ride the wave;
smile, serving soup.
What is this pain here?
Are these plates made of razors?
Grin, and spin them all.
Boy in a bubble!
You look like pudding on a stick
With your fleshy smile.
Where has the love gone?
Blown by gusty wind, like farts
With gas flame thrower.
Catch; release; hold on….
Here, vision of what could be.
Snatch! Not mine to keep.
my words run amok
like bison in a glass shop.
imprecise, unsure.
stop, crazy lady!
your windy world knocks me down.
i am walking here.
oh, good lord woman!
stop your jabbering nonsense
and drop to your knees
Prickly little man,
your mouth speaks of harmony,
your manner discord.
Wind whistles warning:
Crazy Train Leaving Station!
I’m not getting on….
Came across that note—
the one that said you’d love me?
Too bad it was void
I love this one so much. You are incredibly talented. Keep doing your thing ❤ rock on.
See you at school!
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