Wake up,
To a morning jump,
You’re a sunless pup,
Speed bump.
He’s an earthquake,
Of a rattlesnake,
In a fish tank,
Point Break.
She’s a paper trail,
Of a steal rail,
a work time pal,
my office nail.
I authorize,
You mesmerize,
Our devil pies,
Corporate Eyes.
It's her lace frill,
What a dirty thrill,
Made of double hills,
She’s under billed.
For a reach around,
Or a wind-work sound,
To taste the ground,
I play for pounds.
Because she’s a sunrise,
In disguise,
My devil pie,
Our corporate eyes.
Copyright (c) David DeSantis
David DeSantis
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