Predictable

'Hello Bob', I self-spoke Inside my head. That's what I'd say if my name was Bob. But it's not, My name is not Bob. Bob would not wear dare Nor would Bob dare wear a cloak With lipstick in the chest pocket And a memory-tied locket Swimming in a fancy fruit perfume. Bob would not hide away behind the scent of summer apples linking hands with Warm maple syrup jaffles. Bob's time is scarce because This ego-notion's motion was simply a passing thought To create an unpredictable commotion. 'What if my name were Bob?'. It's not, Bob is my middle name.