At the end of my name
follow three letters
right now they spell
"mop".
folks say it ain't the
way it used to be
jobs- like there's even such a thing as
"beneath me".
I'm a clever little phoenix
I have my flight plan
not an android, nor
academia didn't make me
Galatea
I can wait and remember
I can serve you an ice cream
without forfeiting intellect in
a flurry of sugar cones
I pick my battles gracefully
so I remember what I was taught.
Curl up.
Pay rent.
Rebirth,
then-
pounce.
May 16, 2012
May 16, 2012 at 10:15 PM UTC
At the end of my name
follow three letters
right now they spell
"mop".
folks say it ain't the
way it used to be
jobs- like there's even such a thing as
"beneath me".
I'm a clever little phoenix
I have my flight plan
not an android, nor
academia didn't make me
Galatea
I can wait and remember
I can serve you an ice cream
without forfeiting intellect in
a flurry of sugar cones
I pick my battles gracefully
so I remember what I was taught.
Curl up.
Pay rent.
Rebirth,
then-
pounce.
