Rain, like in drip
Such a day, what a trip
Some attitudes just go with bowling
My face like a stone no longer rolling
Maybe this
Like a kiss
On a train barreling through a tunnel
Or icing oozing from a funnel
Cake and ice cream on the carpet
Once in awhile trying to mask it
A day and a night
Could make all right
Possible repercussions for the true disbelievers
Howling at the moon like empty handed retrievers
Or passing a plate like
A utility looking for a rate hike
Maybe a double chocolate sundae
Could alleviate this Monday
For a moment
Respite from the torrent
Of everything and everyone tumbling towards the cooling sun
And nothing and nobody giving up on having fun
Sorta
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