My Kind of Crowd

Rise out of bed

and into head

a different kind of room…

the furniture

arranged for sure

according to my mood

–hinging & contingent

on

peaceful thoughts or gloom…

I exercise

my will, and try

controlling the external…

factors and detractors

that

render life infernal

–since sowing grows

the sweeter rose

the vibrant & the vernal…

the drummer that’s

a bummer, I,

relieve of every stick

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employ thrown stones

to make my bones

finger-snapping quick

–as Jagger proved

this crafty move

metro’nomes the tics…

like JayCee preached

it’s within reach

room’ in nations girding…

and smile the while

the live-long day

resistant to all herding

–taking care

with thoughts that err

through countenance and wording…