Kicking and Screaming
Two awake within dreamingFirst nudge undemanding
Third tug understanding and
A meaning.
But what from my pocket
do I trade? Got a nut, got a
bone, got a chair and a spade,
put together with a tone from
A Blade.
And now I'll ask from between
the rooms, how many more of
my pretty balloons?
Do you want?
As I pick up my little broken strings
I think to myself, God's humor stings.
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