5.4.23


Waake huup  waaake uupa waak . . 
                                        he slept like a rock 
he knew because rocks don dream

   Waake hup  waak . .

rousingthinking from the bottom of a deep dark well Ahh wakeup lazybones its time Yave had your   YAH allottedd time  your allottedd sleep 
before he could open his eyesYAWn 
                                     WAKE UP  WHA THE HELLS WITH YOU 
not a good thing to wake to a scolding 
                                         Yah wha the hells your problem                    
his interiority Mariachi affectionately his shehes heshes could be abrupt  stingy
                                                                                    Not even awake yare playinround
chuckling he opened his eyeswiped sleep from them 
                                                          Double ds got ya goinhuh I thought briefly itd be too early You monkeys really stand watch

Cold day in Hell youll get something past us 
                                              A L L O T T E D  Thas how its spelled

Comon two ls two ts a d all point upskys the limit I coudnt resist   Besides whas not to like about double d
Let me rephrase
                  Double Ds

they went off like firecrackers a chorus of sloppy bobbleheads heads going in all directions

Quit the feigned shock 
                       Dondig the housing can always move alongaint takin down the black velvet paintings Elvis bullfighters or putting away the pressed butterfly lamps the gaudy 60s plastic toaster cover 
                                                                                                 Its a Double D morning in America
they grumbled

he knew them well give em an inch theyd take a mile
                                                       he ruled the roost but understood it was their job to challenge him 
hed do the same if he were a Mariachi 
                                        would have been able to pick him out of a crowd would be wearing the gaudiest outfit the widest brimmed sombrero
We cool

they still grumbled
                     Were cool

0800,  Day-between-2-Ts,  5  4. 23

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