Quickly

No one doesn't like you

And it wasn't a crusade, we
are working out a recipe for concrete.
What happened. What does

and I'm stuck, koalalike all
calm, heard and head screened, you
over there here are here we
are I know

you could be afraid I'm nothing,
not things, and, like this song I misheard no
one does it like you, scan scabs,

know my wreck, if a cluster
is coming, last June, I know you now
five years ago,

and a sympathy of experience, like our
stomach hurts, or the ecstasy
that never kicked in.

Taxes, Xanax, value the dread
of dear old days a new garden
with adopted plants.

Call the occasion. The drinks. How
are you? How is your week
going?