A bear in my mind – grumpy and bite.
Elephant on my chest – gestating dumpily.
And it’s not that I never don’t not know what I do
As I augment with whorls and crenulations.
Serif to my courier.
It’s plain to me that the milk in my tea is sour.
I know it well.
Still I bite.
Ah, still the mind and stir the heart.