A grammar likely to happen
An undisturbed theme
A concept, a desperate love
It’s own sin, survived
Over rare wood cover binding
A bark of cloth for every page
A grammar likely to happen
An undisturbed theme
A concept, a desperate love
It’s own sin, survived
Over rare wood cover binding
A bark of cloth for every page

Nothing more saucy than a bug in your soup
I do encourage reading
Glancing at the comical trace
Illustrated with dignity
Spooned with grace
T’s gonna be a great day
Many compositions marrying ends
Gallantly contemplating editions
Bestseller Pulitzer please
Mister publisher fancy sir
Before I forget and stray
Art iv sedates me sane
Punctuated spelling transfusions
Has my fatal convinced you yet
While you analyze my pallid freckled face
Notating your simple pleasure funds
Know your body language draws beds
Reading your hardcover suspense
Bourbon . . No thank you I don’t drink
Can you settle down your shame
Your cat is hissing you insane
Explain Kerouac gently now
Pat me his mouth wide shut luck
With symphony lyrical laughter
For the fickle pen characters
The roads
The rum
Dignity being my self centered giant great
Pictorial elegance regressed and for the rest of my days
But if I was
I would torch your ignorant faint
Syrup tinting some sort of charm
For your bookless hippopotamus demise
Secret stomping your mac to apple some life
Liberating your down and ever loading ego
Voice-mailing your senses saved
Syncing your trousers ringtones
But tonight the reality is quite intriguing
I have your thumbing velcroing device
Must not all be SNL
If your are willing to kilometer such drive
Mastering not to pry
But if you quit calling me Tina
And never recharge
Your words with possible brains and I may someday arrive
