Mastering My Life

The day was short and I was tall, oops, got that backwards after my fall, for I was mixed up and worried, befuddled I say on this brand new morning in the month of May. I set out like a flash and look what I saw not much as you may point and guffaw as without my glasses I followed my assets like a dog with a tail but with far less facets-- my nose may quiver but I sniff far less the reason I’m off as you might obsess is the cleanliness rule is so often boohoo so boring and dreary, I’m afraid someone may sue me for the dust in the corners or tiny feet who confront me and scurry as fleet as may skeet. Ah, there they are, hanging around my neck! Glasses sure make the world look like heck. You see it and flee it as bold as one may for look, it’s quite beautiful and sunny this day. So I quaff one diet coke and with nerves prepared I step out to take battle on the weeds I shared for weeks on end with the neighborhood slough. One must give back with fulsome ado dues. Don’t you agree? I always agree it saves need to flee! Why do you nod and sneeze like a bee? Ah, the weeds, yes, let me clamber down there And pull out tufts and Beware! The dirt I must share! How does one deal with a face full of dirt, why wipe it and the sweat on my new clean shirt. Why not? It shows you’re living to the limit of full and one certainly can quit when the cull is at lull. Yes, a bucket is enough to start this week because groan, my knees feel done in and weak. So I shall water the flower beds sometime after I watch the clouds float and unwind... Did I pay the bills? Oh, yes indeed, I think yes. Help me out, dear, don’t let me guess. Okay, okay, here’s the hoe, I go check... Yawn, wow, I did too much, I must hit the deck rest in my easy chair and button my games turning my head I fall asleep without blame. Until I wake with a sputter and the phone cranky making noise so much it must be hanky panky And so after I groan, moan, and drink another diet coke I set down to work on whatever I remember of the bloke who once taught me about the drinking arcade with buzzers and blowers and hints of life with no aid and tell his tale with not much ado or PU because keyboard tapping is easier than the loo, or the weeds or the awake or the find of glasses. Yes, I suggest, give me honor of many masses to help with my head now lonesome for pills-- I will be finishing up by making a new will.