Constanza

It happened, I'm back into it. It's your fault ya soupers, yeah right? (How to keep four more stanzas tight?) Though thoughts seem to flutter and flit Sometimes I wish I could say ... GIT! Git me out of here fast, please. ****! Remembering one teenaged zit nit-picked (and more than that). Blessed mirror, where I truly confessed without character. There's no wit. But I wanted that zit to go (perhaps shouldn't tell you guys.) So I don't mind, tho, even one bit.... K, so I do. But wouldn't you blow that zit right out your kazoo? It happened, I'm back into it. Though thoughts seem to flutter and flit Remembering one teenaged zit without character. There's no wit. I don't mind, tho, even one bit....