A Facebook Poem – April 8, 2018
The worst spelling of my name is Friday.
I go wayfaring in dreams, pick purse enamel
From hate, drain irate parental comments.
A wonderful theme, this time, this art
Born in the wrong era. I won’t wear a bra
Or make rainbow chard into old farts.
Wooden wedding notes ruin my honeymoon.
I write fractions as a person to apologize for.
I want the hottest hassle, the biggest bang.
Yes, please, customize my box, eat my munch.
My brain increases negative, stimulates heroic elements,
Super-charged focus for remarkable satisfaction,
Planned and carefully created.
Success is a mind-reaching high on a golden mile,
Rocks dropped on heads headed for splitsville,
A song on a Sunday agenda.
My future self met new friends and took pictures
To prove they exist.
I refuse to clean until weather turns warm, not yet.
This safety net covers your podcast psychology
But won’t keep me from getting wet.