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 ds
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.
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