There are shoes my dog would better choose
For me
There are times a cup of coffee might love me better
And I have the morning begging the rest of the day
I have the chase, that places my looks in front of me. . . with no tongue
My radio clock being my one
and only coach now
No sense of making ‘snooze’ make ‘semblance of it all now
We get it going to the dollar
Some. . . rose coloured convincing eventual gain
The grin, even daddy didn’t get before he got gone
I am somewhere beyond
My dog and a cup
I have halted an altered perspective now
I mean ‘now’
The time before me might have marched my parents to a cause
And the time after that might’ve raced me to some. . . rescue
Mommy and daddy ain’t coming to us now
In the morning begging for the day
Take that tongue and actually, actuarially sip
That is where we meet. . . they had no idea we were making love. . . for the rest of the day
Do you really want to ask them how it tastes
G. Mattia/10