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What My Day Was Like And Why My Feet Are Sore

I walk with lead bricks tied to my feet, 
down this trail into oblivion.
gasping at the light, the beams 
spinning and from thin air
a melody, not the kind you think
more of a stomping the gourd
and drinking myself under
two crowns and my head spins off
whistling Dixie and promising to live
a hermit in a cave
eating stardust and baying at the moon
watching stars twinkle and speak in riddles
this old soul arguing back 
and swearing to never ever lie
no sin tomorrow
but today any damn thing goes
to the hell hounds
trailing a dragon that seeks the princess
never found, but her slippers ruby red
she that watches me sleep
breaks my alarm and leaves me
peanut butter and jelly sandwiches
as sunset draws near its opens
spitting out charms
into my willing hands
truth sees me and winks
saying Rob what shall you do tomorrow
I reply, shut up
these sandwiches tastes like bugs
his reply, yes son that is  
my super-duper extra special sauce, roasted bugs
for breakfast Monday you get worms
I grimace and shout, Lord save me
my good friends are hideous. 

Robert J. Lindley
Rhyme, Jan. 17TH 1979

Note- Weekend fifth made it until 10 pm Saturday night.

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