Oh, What Do We Do With Words Today

There are shoes my dog would better choose For me There are times a cup of coffee might love me better And I have the morning begging the rest of the day I have the chase, that places my looks in front of me. . . with no tongue My radio clock being my one and only coach now No sense of making ‘snooze’ make ‘semblance of it all now We get it going to the dollar Some. . . rose coloured convincing eventual gain The grin, even daddy didn’t get before he got gone I am somewhere beyond My dog and a cup I have halted an altered perspective now I mean ‘now’ The time before me might have marched my parents to a cause And the time after that might’ve raced me to some. . . rescue Mommy and daddy ain’t coming to us now In the morning begging for the day Take that tongue and actually, actuarially sip That is where we meet. . . they had no idea we were making love. . . for the rest of the day Do you really want to ask them how it tastes G. Mattia/10