The world still goes round,
up is up and down is ground.
The sun still rises and still saturn shines,
depending on the angle of your rise.
So out of bed and into the jeans,
start heading out locating Queens Queens.
The Quest,
the quarm,
the question,
the alarm.
Cancel Alerts,
Stop the clock.
have some spare time?
Just sit and just rock.
Side to side,
front and back.
Look all retarted,
its an ash burgers attack.
Halt the hunger,
Jiggle the jugs.
Bear down on the seat,
there’s only a few rungs.
Clang, Gingle, ping it too,
Check each foot for an overtightened shoe.
Snap, Crackle, pop it back,
return to health like your on the way back.
Shimmy and shake,
another retake.
Now try again gently,
without any hesitate.
Locate the lights,
center of vision.
closing ones eyes,
restores all your living.
A cyclops,
not a phase to ignor.
Nor is just standing,
in the middle of the floor.
Breathing a huff,
with a hint of a puff,
Just enough,
that you dont gasp or go gruff.
No wheezes no worries,
nothing disturbing the tables.
No pressure no pause,
nothings better than mores.
But you still have a few,
to trouble you too.
Keep reading one more,
till you’ve exausted your tour.
See poetry runs,
whever your near.
I can see clearly,
when your being a dear.
Shooching smothering,
whats the diff.
I’d rather know,
you’d offer no kiss.