Knows my schedule probably better than me’z,

She barks on the dot of five,

Waking me from my afternoon slumber,

Next it’s a short ten minute walk,

Then in my fantastical world,

I do swing from the branches in the trees,

On imaginary vines,

And write a lot of nonsensical rhyming (sometimes) lines…J

I pass the roach to my imaginary friend,

And have to wonder again what it’s like in the end,

Will I ever actually see mom & dad again,

Will the light refracting from Mars,

Ever show me a UFO flying here from the stars…J

At a loss I may be of my mental faculties,

Will the world die for the lack of bees,

Why is it I can never find my keys,

Wish I had to eat some thinly sliced cheese,

Better yet some drugs to eradicate this insanity, please…J