Need Me a Loft

Need Me a Loft
I keep my wallet well abreast
Since that’s the way I get my rest
Every compartment of my purse
Is bulging with another verse
How can I always hold?
They aren’t any smaller when I fold
I tear it apart to put together
My backpack withstands all the weather
Wash, Rinse, Dry, Repeat
Watch out for the setting ‘heat’
My goodness, I must look a fright
Staying up for half the night
Ants are crawling up my leg
To get in my pants and beg!
Yes that was a kinky line
But as you know, I have the time
Distractions abound no matter
But all I can hear is chatter
Of people, animals, and machines
Where’s the music? In my dreams!
The messages repeat subliminal
Negativity is kept to a minimal
Because we choose to turn on or off
I think me an artist…I need me a loft
Then I may lay my head…pillow soft
Not rudely awakened by somebody’s cough!

About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter!
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