Spoiled Some

Rippling breezes
Flutter tarps and trash about
Signaling something.

500 yards
Wasted in the shade for prep
Past my mission

Just What is important
Is it having acted forward
Or enjoyed reclining?

Oh, divination says
Such gas-lightin’ lies hopeful
Abundant nothing comes

And now to luncheon
Old rolls split for salami
Orange messes Sticky

And for my troubles
Without due process, ax him
Or youre also out

Ever wonder how true the views are
Blah blah this owed but -oh- no car?
No proper papers hot so no tools
If I must enforce mine I’m a fool
Smells like whim from afar

By Starman Jones

Everything and Nothing interests me. I cook read, write and even have to clean. I SHOULD NOTE: I'm 40 something.

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