Poem 2:
Nah, thanks!
I’m good at doing things a father should! Raising expectations on myself displaces bathwater enough to raise the bar slash tide on all the pool players hitting balls with sticks. Pricks!
I wake up breathing heavy, scared I’ma fall and kick myself out of bed! This is poem number two just today! I’m glad I found an open runway to take flight from!
I’m looking to be guided in every aspect of every procedure involved in a holy matramony. If that means we gotta “date” first, break that down into step by step procedures.
I’m great at brainstorming ways to keep “her” satisfied. We all got google, right? When I search for ya and don’t easily find a “you” dot com, I know who’s the open one in our potential.
I’ll state facts all day long. Track the stats on a wrong song, the billabong is on my blog.
I tend to think I overcompensate like it’s my job. Premeditating falling @ss backwards into money is set. Let’s not worry about rent, except for cents on a dollar. Let’s own everything, land, assets, non profits, the whole house.
Let’s break into the White House and realign property lines to include mount Rushmore, you and I to live at the same address. How’s that sound? If I could, I’d pick you up in my van, but that might not look good.
I hope today’s positivity was aproppriate. Have a good day!
