My wife asks, "Are you drunk?"
I can't tell because your texts look like you're
Fumbling with a cell phone while riding southbound down the Memorial Highway towards the city.
                            
I am at the massive sculpture of an escaped zoo elephant
               That they proudly claim is a Mastodon.

Why believe what I say when I tell you I'm caught-up in the
Whirl-wind like many, not paying much heed of what they have
Spouted to-day.

Don't **** yourself just yet,     I zinc we will be okay.
I work towards forgiveness     and         will never forget just how
Much of a slave I've really been.   They have opened my third eye To my folly of mind. Back and forth the pendulum will sway.
Some tail-spin on full display.

Omicron blue,  something new, what's a population to do, is it as Strong as a flu or does it stick to the bones like glue.
Country upon country calling.        Old guards falling. The rich Fight so you must not take up your right.  If  so, what be next.

Was I ever free, always buying, always replacing. Always with the shoddy feelings holding out a fleeting Possibility. Waiting like the vexed to turn the corner. The vexed who text, the children who will become the mourners.

I will never be free under-the-gun, I will never be free under the Sun. I will never be free lest we are one. Let's begin, I claim it Begun. I wait on tables, I wait on doors. I wait on you. I wait on
Midnight snores. Another morn will come, it can't be the last one.

I dream I wake, I live I fake. I hold my own while my wife is out of town. I shovel the bad when no good's to be found. A new day, a better way, I dream I wake, I wake, I dream of texting on a tricycle.