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
///
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…
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