Floating in a fish bowl, my mini inner tube
losing air. Answer the call to yowl
and baby pap. Managing a shoestring budget
run almost as dry as the Colorado.
Left for dead on a pile of dung and platinum.
Crying relentlessly because fear won’t quit.
Able to get to the shower with a walker.
What’s this mad swirling crosscurrent?
Could be my pulse is sandwich spread.
Everyone else seems to have caught on.
I could get unlucky and develop pinkeye.
Please Mr. Custer, turn back now.
The plum overripe so I don’t eat it.
Happy as a clam as long as you permit.
At this moment snowflakes dawn.
Ok at basics other than getting dressed.
That schlep is a communist demon.
I suppose it would be senseless to give in.
Intransigent radical amorphous pimped-out
superstitious fink, gag. My way or bye-bye.
Oh how sweet she rocks and sweet she rolls.
I was tempted to go with the hot hand.
Knock me out of the park you animal.
