Good Morning, Popocatépetl
My instinct lies fragilely, just oozing innocence, aching to do what needs to be done: ripping the
highways down, elevating eagerness when eagerness brings with it justice and fun.
Now that I know what’s right and what’s wrong, may I just do it all over again?
I’m out for revenge with a fierce and a strong against anything done against one of my
friends.
Happily happy and happily easy, happily wielding a shield and a sword.
Junky & juicy, I’m left and I’m loosey.
I see paradise and I’m heading toward.
Denigrate failing and obviate flailing; (though) everyone must flail at least once a day!
Be my susanna, I’ll be your montana, look up at the sky, I’ll get out of your way.
Good morning, Popocatépetl!
Good morning, Popocatépetl!
Good morning, Popocatépetl!
How do you how do you how do you how do you how do you how do you how do you do?
