Yeah yeah yeah
I will hear from you and / or / and / / / / / / with you
Jackets flung on your branches; hair awry, mussed up
I will comment about it
(I'm gonna drink spiked yackety yack)
Giggles. Jackets gone, jealousy comes
Cookie journey here and there
You are the jar-full never known half-empty
Juggling jerky perky jingles- lines ever single
(Funny Big Gag Bag of lol)
Brimming with oddities and chocolate chips
(I will kick you to where the words are satin ah huh!)
Let's comment / hey / why not.
Strike not the lizard my wizard-
Strike this book- but don't cool it from hot
For I will drink and I will dry it
I do not want it left (de)composing
Shut- obsolete and unimposing
I'm going to write with flesh and silken ties-
(And a lucky-horned side-brew
I do not like to spill on you)
So I will spoon it, sip, sip, swipe the eyes;
I will comment / I will drink it / I will try it / Will I not?
I'm going to speak like I'm an autumn leaf shrilly falling
Yelling calling to the tree of thought- of nought
Swaying in circumstance- until my voice is stalling till
"I will write it I will spill it I will shine I will I will I will!"
You are the ground I fall upon with
Each new leaf crashing each coffee still.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 6:56 PM UTC
Yeah yeah yeah
I will hear from you and / or / and / / / / / / with you
Jackets flung on your branches; hair awry, mussed up
I will comment about it
(I'm gonna drink spiked yackety yack)
Giggles. Jackets gone, jealousy comes
Cookie journey here and there
You are the jar-full never known half-empty
Juggling jerky perky jingles- lines ever single
(Funny Big Gag Bag of lol)
Brimming with oddities and chocolate chips
(I will kick you to where the words are satin ah huh!)
Let's comment / hey / why not.
Strike not the lizard my wizard-
Strike this book- but don't cool it from hot
For I will drink and I will dry it
I do not want it left (de)composing
Shut- obsolete and unimposing
I'm going to write with flesh and silken ties-
(And a lucky-horned side-brew
I do not like to spill on you)
So I will spoon it, sip, sip, swipe the eyes;
I will comment / I will drink it / I will try it / Will I not?
I'm going to speak like I'm an autumn leaf shrilly falling
Yelling calling to the tree of thought- of nought
Swaying in circumstance- until my voice is stalling till
"I will write it I will spill it I will shine I will I will I will!"
You are the ground I fall upon with
Each new leaf crashing each coffee still.
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