Strut #2

Acetyl Alcohest

and protests from

the global quilt of societies.

I’ll get a sewing circle on it,

I promise.

No erasing,

but the cake was a lie anyways.

They didn’t have me in mind

when the made one size fits all,

that’s for sure.

Truth served at two,

before dinner comes in waves

and waves of a frothy lentil stew.

What is this buzz word buzzard to diddly do?

Of the cuff,

tourniquet,

trash it.

I smell a sequel.

Rehash it!

Emerald streets would look like trash too

if people were walking over them all the time.

I guess.

Gosh.

Ever think about that?

Me neither.

Moocow

There it is.

First word I said,

Or old Joycey wrote.

Moo?

Probably,

I wasn’t that cool.

Read a lie a day,

hold the healers at bay.

and the judge has got to be some dragon

sent to prey upon the schmucks

and nobodies like me.

There’s got to be

some idiot man

behind that fucking curtain.

Is anyone advising her?

Do they have no friends?

When something bad happens to me,

that’s the end of me feeling okay,

until I sit and, like,

think about how I feel,

then its the end of nothing,

I suppose.

Ultimately,

I think I’m alright.