I am prepared now
For all the screaming children
I know how
Sensitive the strings can be
What it is to club the rain
Wrap my arms around it
I choose my gods every morning
Cookies, sun, baking soda and light
Today, this minute
Over and over
Never the same
There are waffles in the streets
Protein falling from the sky
Silver squirrel chases
on every corner
Free plastic bags
I am developing strong
With other poets
You might just make it after all.
You just might make it after all.
You might make just after it all.
You all just might make it after.
You make it just after all might.
You after all just might make it.
You make might just after it all.
You just might all make it after.
You all might just make it after.
You after all might just make it.