The tables are filled with Tacos
And all the fixens
There’s no where to sit but standings just fine
I’ll eat my tacos and I’ll take my time
The chicken ones they go down kinda rough
But the beef ones now those are a sin
I lick my fingers and go up again
I shouldn’t I know
But tomorrow I’ll workout hard like I have been.
The statue was miniature
A nude miniature
Nude because it’s art
Even though the miniature looked quite real
He indeed was not
The words that drift out of me are sometimes a shocker. Who’s that man with the big moon eyes? Who’s that girl with the upside down curls? If there is a time we need to think it’s now, but thinking is entirely too much work so we busy ourselves with tasks. Redundant tasks that require little to think about. Tap a pen tap a tap pour the beer and give a smile because they love the smiles. Rest is something we need but too much is no good we need just the right amount. Google-me-drids is that a thing? Who gets just the right amount? I’m either tired from too much or from not nearly enough. Twinkle-me-timbers my toes are cold or I’d be napping right now.
I Feel It