Put your wrong foot in

I never told you what to do.

Hokey pokey of adulthood.

Looks like you hadn’t budged,

waiting on instruction.

Looks like you stayed indoors,

started imaging stars

out of the popcorn ceiling.

 

I just walked in the room.

Sorry that the answer

affirms your expectations,

and incidentally your mood.

You’re too funny.

Dramatic over bullshit,

indifferent to real shit.

 

Don’t mention the ivory.

And distance between us.

It’d be way too ironic

if you were the poacher

of your own complaint.

Let that dodo bird live.

Let it run out the door.

Let the whole world treat it

the same as I did.

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