Commen Tater
stopping
now just
standing
talking
as if to
himself
are you
following
me around
as he decides
then suddenly
picks up a fork
don't follow me
especially
to work
then
motioning
in the air
won't let you
in as he is
now beginning
to try to touch
the air
in front
of him
now
talking
out get out
of my head
scratching
do i follow you
turning around
i don't need to
have you been
dictating with
now throwing
a punch
in the air
compared
to yesterday
so you were
here but weren't
saying anything
but he's on the green
stuttering putting
last hole
holy f***
it seems
slowing rolling
to be going in
get out
of my head
inches away
stay out
it isnt going in
so well below
so far distracting
par is far
from you
and humming
the looping tune
in my head
that's it
for today
at last
please save me
not even close
the record's stuck
well below bogey
we
are the
champions
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2020
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