How’s the able kid fetch in’?
Labels, all labels. Mistletoe.
Compliments and games.
Wine and cheese. Bread and
Water would be better, for
Most people, like me. Chocolate!
Unable to resist. They know this.
They have you wrapped around
Their little finger. Come! Find
The ambrosia you have been
Denied. The gods declare it so.
Find me in the clouds. Find time
To socialize. A meek perusal,
Nothing big, just a few hundred
Returning soldiers. Nothing
To worry about. And if there was
Anything amiss, we’ll keep things
Under wraps for now. I’m sure
You understand. A happy man
Is just one that never gets caught.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 