Quick Spittle

Woah!..woah!..easy there girl…steady, steady..I would tell it…but I’ve never rode a horse nor is it a horse I’m telling to make ready…to stay steady of the course that I’m riding….abiding by the rules…hiding…no longer sit on bar stools…so tired are my feet that I used to abuse the streets that I’ve walked to my own inside head show beat that stayed playing on repeat…so much that it matched the music I listen to…. Now I’m in my four Os…slowing dwindling towards time borrowed…as if my time wasn’t before…God knows…so dreams are no longer my aspiration…now it’s do anything to support my son…my best creation… my hops have become a little skipple…and my chuggle became a swiggle…this is just a “Quick Spittle” Peter T. DeSpirito