Mi brah brah calls me “baboon”
Making songs soon
Stories that inspire wonder (maybe desire)
Soon all will shine bright again
Brighter than hot fire
Just you wait–don’t a call me a liar!
Meant to shine and for me, it’s fine
Listen to wind chimes
Peace resting Gary Sinise
Crease page, read many, this mage
In training–always
In learning–always testing
Teaching you and me
Goddess bless us whores
The loose ladies
Else, rest of us might never get laid…
Without a ring or bling bling
Setup nearly complete, made in most every way
Most of the way there, without a care
Full head a blare
Not waking anxiety, waking notoriety
No piety to false gods
I want my goddess true
Her lovely voluptuous emissaries
Living joyful, not scared, nor scary
Girl got large dairies
Milk milk lemonade, round the corner chocolates made
Suzy pizzazz, almost more than I could stand
She had a way, happy, crazy, no delay
I’d try to break us
She’d say, “One more around the block.”
And we did and I’d forget…
We’d go inside, become 1 again
I was trying to hold off
But she kept teasing…so I mixed cream with her lemonade stand
She smiled surprised, “you goober!”
Crazy hotdog stand haze
Restaurants, late nights, mornings too early
No sleep, but office floor
At the time, thought it was the only way forward
So picky about girls, they’d come up again and again
I pushed them off
Not a lot has changed…
I hope it is/was for the better
Still got a few items to finish
