Seeing you miss the mark
the pinto you parked in my
yard was towed
to the foot of my bed
where it bays.
Swiveled is a neck that creaks
when the joy is quashed by Larry
curly and Moe for just
one thin dime.
lays pause to my heart
knowing the fields that you have
may lay shallow and grey
taking your toys all away.
Swiveled is a neck that cannot
swivel properly best your chair
where your gluts pause for breath.
When being indentured for life
causes you strife
pick a phone I will care and
deliver your chow with a bow.
Meals on wheels
did I not give you an extra meal this morning...?
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