There's a sin tax?
oh
jumping Jehoshaphat
that could bankrupt me.

wait
wait
it's not a sin tax

it's syntax

jeezuus
must get the wax out of my ears.

ah
the river ran incessantly
and it became a
melody
that runs through me
constantly

of course, its course has changed
and I have also changed,
the passing of years and erosion
do that.

Dogs with fleas
cats to please
tortoises to talk to

it's a friggin' menagerie
at number twenty three
but worth it to go
if only to know
what she's cooking
for dinner

Jasmine tea
is not for me
I have coffee in the ***

I'm told that it's not good for me
well
neither is a cup of Jasmine tea
at twenty five past flamin' three
and in the morning for gawd's sake.

I used to sleep just like a baby
but that was when I was a baby
but I grew into something cranky
I think that something's old.

Disappointment again,
it's only Wednesday
oh, the pain,

a good day is
when you open your eyes,
and still get surprised
at the wonder of it all.

Travel for centuries in all those yesterdays and arrive at the place we were born.

When my mind plays tricks on me
I laugh to fool it into thinking that
I am still sinking
and it works.

Friends,
well
some have gone into the great beyond my understanding
and I am still sinking laughing at the jokes life plays on us.

It could be that we are only the projections of tormented single cells awaiting their time, our time may not come for centuries, but the place we were born will be there.

I was thinking about her thong..oops her song, although, no,
better not.

see
I can make the right decisions
you have no need to make a thong and dance about it.

Grammarly chimes in and pipes up with a
Get out of here.

I thought it was Wednesday
but got a Tuesday,
some things never change.

I was beautiful once
and then
they changed the parameters

Fukin *******.