Sunset — hoped eyes
woke up like a spilt secret
in a state of skepticism.
Barefooted
I walked on the rotten time
and sang with the biscuit-ed moods.
Alexaaaaaaaa!!!!
Play “Beats of life”
The Athenian cat
did what he does —
ignore the petty mortals.
Nazi birds on the poles
were thinking without a Bannister.
With stooped shoulders,
Poetic pajamas and
Marxist beard
I serviced the civilization
by reading news headlines.
Milked the pen
to give caffeinated thoughts
did the moonwalk part
Yet
( — )
Next time
I’ll try clean-shaven.
Thy Vox 
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