I wake up to the cat show
A paw to the face
Too fast for a picture
Blown out back lit
Feel good friends and
Sugar fogs for breakfast
I greet the golden soft serve
In transit
Slicing up the rain
Dangling our keys over
The watermelon
We cut through the forest
Like a needle full of Sweet tea
Overriding instincts
One nose pick at a time
Becoming badgers we
Savor the forest floor
Logs on the highway
Dancing in the bread isle
When In Rome eat Ramen
Cocaine clouds
Moustache handle bars
Hot sauce at the batting cages
Water back seat cushion
We drive dry and tend to dry drive
Only when friends are in town
Allow me my transgressions
And I will worship you for the entire visit
Whole Foods Leather grandma
Pulled pork and cake pops
Eating forks for dollars
Take the time to love
Every hair and folicle
But this is my play
And this my day
There are many like it
But this one is mine
I love each day
Like our last gig on the planet
Schwervon! 