I’ve come to know a lot of things that I didn’t before 

Like the floor and things below it 

Hidden but plain sight be the first scripture 

I’ve moved the picture from the frame 

To avoid mistaken identity 

            

    Send for me when affairs are in order 

 

When tiers are paired with the proper rules 

And I can share what I’ve been hearing 

Until then I wear clogs in wax museums 

And hog the remote until it watches me 

A watch used to be absent from wrist 

Now I tell time and many other things 

Oh how I bother myself too much 

About what joy could bring 

When I never said a plus 1 was on the menu 

         

       I’m only here so I don’t get 

Fines pile up like Monday was missing 

Signs tell me that I need to keep living 

I’ve been giving my all, 

Still there is more left in the tank.