I tried to be sneaky in ways, and challenge thought-to-theory in prosperous fonts that will get you to every academia macadamia nut cookie of remembers-fondly-farms.
Even the o’s aren’t caught by milianis;
And somehow all I do is prose _ muse
On abject surroundings.

As my mind catches itself dismal in hind-sight,
To acknowledge I’m growing.
Even the_writer proposes that certain
‘New-ish’ information is better left for the bank..
And I’ll let it simmer and stew.
I wanted to learn awhile back and sled my ways in ambiguous
Sunshine-escapades to acknowledge a tongue
That mothers quip at you for and ask no-vulgar-music
And dance with somebody,somewhere, some-more.

Riotious to think 20 years is really going to sever all your
Earned-individualism to think
The supportive-community
Of individuals somewhere around you,
Didn’t knock a frosting-rosette
Off the cheesecake and drivel a chocolate shaving for a taste,
Starving for home-made catered family meal
Flavor.

Savor the rest and even if grace is skipped, somehow
Everyone
Within the veil and between the astral aural eyes
Have managed to sing the prayer instead, in the thumbs of their eyes.
Incapisculated – by the fortune of
Forever.