Cool Your Pits, We’re Working On It

Calming Soothing Collective Coins

Jangling into the sag line of the torch

Be it pretty maids a milking

Or sanguine horses rumbling

Or seashores that Sally picked

Copper popcorn Pulitzer prize cornbread from

Its all an elementary reality born to be boring

 

Lakeside views so astonishing

Settling down for a cup of cold coffee

Or jumping out of an indoor fragrant piece of mortar shell

You started to coin the phrase

But forgot where you left the note to nowhere

Can you see what is staring at you

Or through the velocity of someone having fun?

Its all an elementary reality born to be boring

 

Call to me you said you’d write to him Thursday

For it just wasn’t your cup of tea

Remembering that Sunday’s Monday wasn’t really what you bargained for

I see said the blind man…..I see

Then he saw

He saw with the planer and hopped toward the opening

And left you lying inconspicuously floundering

But where is the remnant of your belief?

Its all an elementary reality born to be boring

 

Now it comes down to the wire

Where you left it to tend to something evasive

Now its your flagrant mishaps of reason

That tail you and fail you toward succeeding

But back at the ranch where suzie lays stripping

She said it would only be for a while

Did she say that or trip on her belch as she copes with tomorrow’s lengthy diatribe?

No, she’s counting her fingers

For what does it profit a man, or a woman in this case if they fall over themselves

In tumultuous tumbling dice of forgetting

Well, you guessed it…..

It’s all an elementary reality born to be boring

And enlightened though they may be

It’s not

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