there is a frog in my gutter,
and a pimp playing the bagpipes,
as temptation succeeds
to never let me never!
I ask myself about my health,
how vermin sure ages well,
as well as why
the leviathan smiles!
broken window,
busted blah blah blah,
me and you
in the middle of it all!
a tired choir,
sweaty sonnets,
exclamation-marked funny failures
and a chair that hurts my back!
not bad
for a mediocre
Thursday in April;
time to make life exciting?