Sonnet
60 – We Commence a Hearty Babble
Wandering weirdly through the world, I stop
And damned if all my ducks ain’t in a row
I never wanted to be Mom and Pop
And I’ve never worn my hair in a bow
Sweetheart, you think you’re sick of some people
I just tossed my three best friends in the trash
(And left myself with the one rhyme: steeple)
So now I prepare the trip to Seattle
Hoping that I have the strength to do this
Letting an airline treat me like cattle
The poster child for this fucking MS
Bid me adieu till the 9th of July
I’m sure that you’ll find a way to get by
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