as each weekend

I am reminded what is to be

I make perfect wraps with homemade

green chili

and we appreciate these

but each week is as it could seem

my body aches

my mind is sore from

the discussion with idiots

muscles don’t get less unhappy

I have to track down facts about what

they have forgotten

I live like Cyrano

one piece of beef jerkey

For breakfast and

One cheese-it for lunch,

only one!

then back into the groove

of hello

how can I help you

and how are you doing too

yet my mind expires

and my soul reveals

that every

day is like a torture feel

maybe it’s okay

that the best part of my day

is making sure you are

as close as can be to super

happy

and then I know

I am doing right in

the service of

my royal lady