Evening is not night
Nor is it dusk
Evening is itself
5pm to 8pm
Yes, dusk and night may overlap this time
But both man and pigs have skin
And both man and birds have feet
Why then, is evening so discreet?
Do you love your brother?
Of course, because that is the brother you know
Do you like nighttime? Good, because evening is the brother that night knows
If you appreciate dusk, you’ll definitely get along great with evening
Dusk is so nice and blue
While evening is so gray and orange
What’s not to appreciate?
Such a great color!
The time between 5 and 8 is great
So much is accomplished
Four hundred consecutive hops
And gathering hangers
Are my favorite activities during this time
I don’t think I’ve made my point, have I?
Maybe you’re not convinced
That evening is not night nor dusk,
Well to that, I must contradict!
How would you like it if someone compared you with a worm
Because both of you could wiggle
Not very much is what I assume!
So what about evening? Why is it alone?
Well I say evening is not night
And evening is not dusk
Nor the time in between
Evening is a special time
Evening is a feeling
Your brother
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 8:41 PM UTC
Don’t take my keys away from me
I need to open my car
So I can drive to a dentist
My mouth is covered in tar
I have twigs in my stomach
And dust in my ears
I need to pull them out
Or vines will grow in my veins
And ants will live in my head
But my dentist is no botanist
“I don’t deal with twigs” is all he said
So I take an ice cream scooper
And I put in on my stomach
To scoop away the twigs
And the great gold nugget
That is traveling through my lungs
And choking me to death
But the scooper fails
And all the secales
Take away my last breath
My dentist has no medicine
And now my body is leaves
And the dust departs from my ears
But I am no longer able to see
Sep 21, 2018
Sep 21, 2018 at 8:38 PM UTC