this weekend the weed was weeping and willowing around my wideworld
it pulled me in potentially positively enough for me to pillowfree my body
the slippers i shlepped saw themselves in the mirror as a silly shepard dog
as left led right right through the song, right rendered responsibity for fullfilling for what left longed.
tired of tirelessly rebelling with yelling with a sound so squashed
suprised and supressed with the fasting, passing of the clock
body in shock
of releiving itself from this awkward crowds gawk
hearing the voice of the man speak to me into creepily
beleive what he says to me
this man whose name remains too long with letters
unwritten in our language anyway