My phone is about to die.
But to manipulate the future
I still must try.
Tweeting a word
for a fellow blue jay.
Swimming **** out,
in the dark of the bay.
Stark naked, star struck and totally faded.
It’s needless to say that I hate it.
Jaded
by moms and preteens with their qualms.
I still feel my growth spurt was belated.
Tomorrow the sun will set in the south.
And the days will forever be jolly.
The clouds they drip acid,
The earth grows us ****.
And our country’s providing the molly.