I have

A-frame

(of reference)

for my mood swings!

(finally)
 
 

A move

…er…

well,

like a mover

for my crying

Jag

…er..

Fits

A cure for my

temper,

an app

for my tight,

a muzzle for my

S.O.B.s

after all

and so simple really, as the best solutions always are…

clean eX,

and diction

nary.

With

Pan-i-see-a

better

die’log

a No Styk Pan

featuring Peter

(the sainted)

cookin’

the ‘Book

(at all Gates)

in, on, and around…

 
Over a million words in the English language

and I think there are more

of which the average person knows 20K

for those of you unfamiliar that’s thousands,
 
 
m’K…

but spews, speaks, lies, and relies on just 3000

and some plum 4 letters

to communicate

the life long

but like

Shakespeare,

Seuss,

and

Burgess,

I need neologistics to adequately

pony this Bolshy Chelloveck,

beseech that preachy Sneetch

and sway thee aught anon

–of droog particular

my only droog

(of choice)

 
Make every day Thanksgiving!

with reservations in stolen nations

center your peace

around daisies

you’re not pushing…

polish the silver ’til its sterling qualities gleam,

and
 
 
 
practice grace

before

eating crow

carving the bird,

seizing opportunity

for

genu’reflection

–but “wine” less,

rite?

since communion

with

you-Christ,

requires a level

of sobriety

that stale crackers

collected on plates

and boxed Chablis

decanted

into chalice

–muddle.