the bad mood, the annoyance
on the roof drives the ball
Oil, grease, I make her a feast
Don’t do anything
The unpleasant mood, makes her circus
I shoot her, I beat her I aim, I miss, I miss, I miss.
A little peace in this world of weathervanes would be welcome.
Less wind, less turbulence.
Ah, hope, the breeze calms. The storm is receding.
The circus waits for the wind to return
Dance, dance, dance, fool, you have nothing to lose by waiting. I’ve got you in my sights and I’m relaxing while you’re out having fun with the seagulls.
Thank you, the time to write you my ulcer is calming. I will not die for you!
1 day before February 22, 2020
