To the Pessimistic Many

Please don't tell me my dreams don't exist because then I'm gonna have to drop them off at your doorstep Because then I'm gonna have to pull them from my fingertips and I can only do that once and it's a pretty little problem because then I'll have to become them In front of you ◦And I don't want to embarrass you It's rude and you taught me better than that Please don't tell me how much I don't make sense I know this I've felt myself knock a good day down Just For the sake of it 25 years. before the hand on the clock left. Like clockwork Like bee sting Like envy Like honey at the end of your handy work on a hard day in a hot climate. So you've had a change of pace So you've had a change of plan Like clockwork Like seeing Like a cure I wish you wouldn't you wouldn't do so many drugs I wish you weren't so scared… of me --- This episode is sponsored by · Anchor: The easiest way to make a podcast. https://anchor.fm/app Support this podcast: https://anchor.fm/nakedpoetry/support