Lost Keys

Moderation is key and I’m a lock jammed with gum Either excess or abstinence; can’t deal with a little or some Rule of thumb, just one leads to another No dismount, lose count, reckless and smothered Discard one fling out comes another lover One night stand, grand, and then your kids she’s mothered Then you’re … More Lost Keys

Sun day

Patter on the window keeping you inside All week you work while the sun heats and shines All week been counting the days for your turn Patiently waiting to tempt your skin to burn Evening cold ones of course have been pleasant But lingering thoughts of next day makes you a peasant Only a rich … More Sun day