Mailbox water holds.
Improvements repairing all.
Earwigs abolished.
Your freedoms removed,
the excuse is more safety.
Take the car next time.
Insurance waiting.
The problems must be paid for.
Disappointment comes.
Problems eat much time.
Makes apt poems seem pointless.
It continues though.
Joe opens his mouth,
No one around is surprised.
Who’s a smart-ass now.
Insurance mandate.
Nothing to do with your health.
Fuck you Madison.
Hair, dust on the tub.
Why are you there, hair and dust?
Mystery unfolds?
Do you love it much?
Wonderful Blue Screen Of Death.
Angers up the blood.
Midweek is not here.
Would it good that it come fast?
Weekends are faster.
Earth Hour is a farce.
Fuck all the lights off bullshit.
Won’t know the difference.
Cards don’t come my way.
Folding is not always apt,
Ten dollars poorer.
Makes this quite easy.
Windows 7 Live Writer.
Thanks simplicity.
Others waste much time;
best work awaits your own touch.
Leave them to fritter.
With warmer weather,
Changes they come. Sand awaits
next winter’s desires.