Hoping.
Someone to love
that can let me open.
We could have plenty eloping.
Never empty, I’m choking
until I breathe with the soap in.
I guess they’d call it doping.
Appalling to a slow thing.
All that I’m knowing.
I’m falling, all that’s flowing.
A cat growing.
Maybe nobody knows what I’m sowing.
Sowing seeds to be throwing.
Throwing up is blowing.
That would suck to fu©k a foe and
go to the show never showing.
Why I can't have a private life, white snowing.
I might go in,
I might go out.
Or stay in to stay out.
A way out of owing.
No doubt to the dough and
no ands buts or ifs
about a gift glowing.
If I lift what’s low and no crowing.
If I get to everything,
then everything gets to me.
Let me bring the tree.
Your ring, it’s me.
Where you going?
What were we owning?
I guess it’s just a boning
to put the bone in.
Now you can leave me alone and
believe me, even phoning.
No call waiting, no cloning.
Only one of me with various tones and
didn’t love me when I’m groaning.
Were mad at me for my smiles.
Think it’s all for your miles of moaning.
Oh, your bloating.
Did you really carry the load in?
Just wanted support I’m supposing.
Which I want to give to who’s not just posing.
Nothing wrong with a pose or your dozing
if you love me for my peaceful dosing.
Yet that’s not why I’m chosen.
Climb me now, I’m toasting.
I wonder if to you it’s thought to be boasting
just to know things.
You poor thing, ho sing.
Marry me or marry my potion.
It’s not merry to various fortunes
amongst tons of extortion
from a sex portion.
No such thing as the next best abortion.
As if I’m hoarding.
As if I’m in court reporting recordings
of any sort I’m not sorting.
Oh lord, sing.
So ignore my ring.
And ignore my rings and don’t answer.
Ignore the door you dancer.
Who would choose cancer?
Did I have a chance or was I a temporary option?
Hit me then bring the cops in.
Oh Mary Poppins.
A spoonful of shopping,
and the hood you’re robbing.
What could the sure have in common?
The ring around a rosy robin.
Yet you chose me to be sobbing.
Know me? Nodding.
Own me or owe me then shot and
aww damn.
Bring back the god and
goddamn.
How odd to be even again.
You just weren’t believing my hand,
or my sure footedness fam.
Goodness again.
The shouldless sham
on the should list of Sam.
Green eggs and ham.
Scrambled now, scram.
Yes I am.
Gave you the best of me Ma’am.
The rest love me, bam.
A Nestlé gram.
Honest, nest l.e. lamb.
Law enforcement fan.
Not endorsement of glam.
Oh slam.
Want the delivery but got no stamp.
Go be a lamp.
Fragile, agile, must be an Italian tramp.
Must be dusty in the custody of a ramp
pampered with no plan.
A gift, I know I stand.
Has nothing to do with a tan.
For what is said is due I won’t do it again.
Fluidly jam.
It is my song, don’t belong to your hand.
Why can’t we launder the land?
Off to yonder with yams.
Why I am.
Trying it dry and trying it damp.
Flash past your past and ask your gramps.
A future sutured to a camp.
See my amplifier and what’s higher,
higher than your amphetamine
and the head I mean to man.
Just wanted to green what I ran.
So lone feet on your crayon,
colorfully and fully flame fanned.
Dunno about the sand.
Loitering and littering.
Litterboxes, pan.
Pandora flashing the brand.
A fast lasting clan.
Think it’s ink to print out the scan.
Hug the drug, love Dan.
Just enough of too much of a man.
And a touch of not enough of stuff once again.
The blood of trusted yet rusty cans
above a band.
What to be and something to pee in in a van.
Or have we had enough of Ativan?
Glad again.
Too mad of the banishment ban.
Hand ‘em into hands
of the Dramamine Stan.
A channel handles chants.
Pants on the ants,
then cancel the can’ts.
I’d like to grant you all the grants.
Fancy rants romancing what to be again.
Something, one thing and?
Loving getting hummed on by a wife.
A hummer for life span.
Humming’s not a scam.
But they got a camera they gotta cram.
Oh flam.
Flimmer in Japan.
Simmer, dimmer, trans,
then never began.
Forever see cyan.
Liminal with minimal mammals named Leanne.
Peter pumpkin eater Fran.
The Cisco Kid that can.
Won’t because of rams
the cousins buzz again.
Love a hand.
Thanksgiving giving thanks and then?
Thanks again.
Rank all my glands.
Tangled up but spangled, the angels are grand.
Take an angle, got so bland
in my own homeland.
Guess I’m an unknown man.
Got close, closed, arose again.
Closing’s so damned
in the clothing program.
