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!

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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 word...love!
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