The thought of being broken 

Intruded on my healing factor 

So what I feared thought rent was paid for 

Never pained me to say anything 

Because layers were more than 

The amount of mattresses the pea 

Invited for a sleep over 

If wondering if I’ll change the sheets 

Provide a blanket statement 

And I’ll tuck things in 

Tighter than the complaints George had 

Surely you knew that the hold back 

Was so bread backs could feel 

A breath of importance 

Important from portions 

Was what remained after everyone else ate 

One spoonful my medicine 

Raked in good luck and good humor 

The ice I consume 

Could be pagophagia 

Or I could be warming up to 

Cold shoulders- 

It’s all connected 

Holders 

Are at places that test my 

Patience 

Controlled traffic 

Gives me more than one choice