I made it through day 20 of
non-dairy nano neener or whatever,
and now I need to
attend to important retiree shit.
^^^(not a poem)
I want my mornings back. I need to binge watch something and eat ice cream out of the carton with my hands. I need to sing "Puff The Magic Dragon" in a heavy German accent. I need to look up Roger Freed's career batting average, and how to make a bundt cake and then not make a bundt cake.
I need to put my feet on the back of the couch
with my head off the edge and my tongue hanging out
while watching "Alice" reruns.
I need to ask Zacky Peanut "Who's a good boy?!?!"
(Zacky Peanut is!)
I need to blast the stereo.
I cannot brain today.
I have the dumb.