Monday, February 26, 2024

A Boat That Can Actually Float

A boat adrift, my spirit does lift.  A sun's rays on the water, they are the best daughter.  I find to be kind; I wish to not rewind.  Can I be blind and just be me?  I wish to be here, not out at sea.  I am the one who wishes not to own a gun.  I wish to be in a shell to run the plays of the incarnate one that is not all of you.  I know the hate my way.  Just stay away and I will too.  I do not wish to be you, and you are not me.  Be abreast of your own things and keep me out of your sea.  I am not chemical like you.  I am an energetic being.  I wish nothing that you are.  I wish to never be in a bar.  Do not call me ever.  I wish the word to be never.  I do not want to be on call.  I wish not to catch your ball.  A doctor wished to call this proctor today and lie.  I now list him as a spy and tell him to stay away on the internet.  Alabama is where you will find this man who is so upset Mr. Ulhorn.  I will just plan the short outings for the necessities.  I wish to live in the essential positivities.  Hear me now, and stop all the chatter, if you ever wish to have working bowels and a sound bladder.  Your evil has brought about disease and your lies profoundly affect the ecology that is left.  I have the science and the art inside and I will now keep it within and only use the least means necessary to communicate.  Stop being irate.  I need just quiet now to contemplate.  Vie 112 

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