stepping up to the poetz realm hump day every moon

or once in a while, if i don’t fizzle out before perfection.

Double meanings because i am too lazy to use a thesaurus and artist want you to do the subjugating hard hard work.

wooden flute freekz playing on the wind once in a blue moon.

djs spinning hip hop folding chairs shaking in my bare feet.

In my element with poised eves stalking and holding down the gift table dreaming of brass rings and bird lips…

Uncle code to step away from the whiff of whistles and holla back at ya from the podium

hugging the flat sparkly tree of vida basura……

watering the vulnerable warriors.

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