Queened

Fakers don’t see fruits As I do and feel godly Energy flow from tops To the body below me. I listen, I heal, I promise Rosebuds and drink catnip To their relief and I Feel the strength of me Yard sale bathroom cabinet Second on the left, I’ve got To stop someday, not now With this soaring head I’m a natural reiki mistress Initiated by only the best Or was it third? Oh my Hair needs another dye. The middle row of course I wasn’t clear, three or four? Wish I had soft peaches! And my hair! Can’t see it. It’s four today, I’m stable A month and I’ll deal with Three of them is better and I want them to my shoulders. Preferably golden strength From the universe shall come Make it grow to three of the … Heart pumps less, I whisper Bromazepam should stop Its course to the bottom I hardly see the orange skin And whom shall I call today?