Methodical Mondays

PT,

Now that today’s morning momentum seems muted, go ahead and let me embracing the crazy go!  Fo-sho’  I’m dialing in.  I’m winning!  I’m hardly sinning, these words best be ringing in your ears or we’re calling in the ears nose and throat doctor. 
I walk laps around my house and head to the bench to do curls and presses.  Each revolution gets a tallied mark on the dry erase board.  Wrap a cord around your neck if you want to let the occasional slipping of my grip on this biz interrupt your scrolling.  People avoiding me gives me peace.  Don’t wreck that infliction.  My palms on psalms show dedication.  Start pacing, you got 100 million miles to go to even catch a glimpse of my tailfeathers.

Miss Caity, excuse me letting wannabes believe they’ve got me hooked.  “Lilac,” you’re booked and nailed to the crossed agenda.  I’m not messing this spiritual connection MC and I got meshing, up.  Stop thinking so highly of yourself.  I gave you multiple chances to stick to your word, 2 minutes later you’re a deer in headlights.  Caity backs my crazy.  Caity, Caity, Caity’s got me rooked like a chess move.
Ma’am, if I ever stray, just pour some kibbles and bits.  I’ll miss all the targets to get my handicap back up.  I’ll step and leave a crater in the ground.  How’s that sound?  I’ll do their work and bite my tongue like always.  I will certainly let past antics flavor my outpouring of output.  That’s enough for now…

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