I awoke
Not from need, but of want
Speaking love languages to those who must leave the guarantee of my care
Well wishes and safe returns
Tiedied and on schedule by sun up
What to do; what to do
Roasted beans from my polar opposite, or wherever Brazil is on a globe; I’ve never looked
Whose head do I dance upon?
Somewhere in the middle of the Indian Ocean halfway between Australia and Madagascar; shit.
No wonder my covfefe is expensive.
Thumbing vinyl; nothing found
Hair metal for a generation experiencing hair loss
Irony, but only for us
Fuck off, Gen Z
You don’t get to laugh at our jokes
Poons, but I digress
Walked away with Petty
Darker days since his departure
Free light with purchase
Play loud and on repeat
Friday sunshine in a February time slot
Not at all natural, but I’ll take what I can get
After all, she WAS an American Girl…
The Gonzo Wolf 
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