Prelude to predicament not a bad place to be It’s before the problems the fix can come easily Foresight so far ahead it’s now before-sight Forward focusing failing the present as a slight Might be better follow your outline to the letter Getting them “going got gone”s from the go getter Prelude to predicament not a bad game to play It’s before the rule set that the real rules are made It’s the tool set that makes a shovel called a spade Compare my arms to fresh boiled linguine pâté Still rubbery, I blindly take the flank yelling cover me Belay the tofutti but keep it vegan and buttery Prelude to predicament not a bad tone to tune Grew tired of the warmth so exhale a steam plume Grew tired of the snark so I went to the park after dark It wasn’t so bright We both knew you were right Prelude to predicament not a bad seed to sow It’s not the lack of loss that will help us grow There’s a watch in my wordle and I’m feeling pissed Crank the de-esser hard and it’ll sound like a lisp Prelude to predicament not a bad song to sing It’s the conclusive closed mind when presented anything It’s hopeful to be groom with his grandmothers ring It’s the bumble bee butt raise before the sting Prelude to predicament not a bad noun to verb It’s the optimistic nihilist submitting to the absurd Reflect so far back, it’s now be-hindsight Retroactively dim the line of sight nightlight It wasn’t so bright We both knew you were right

Touch the sun While I kick this mood Peel the package And zest the groove While citrus press Adds a lemon punch Devour wheat puffs Before we go to lunch A ramen runner With a rice based noodle While fronting as if I’m groomed like a poodle Reflections will fix Like tunes and a jog Develop new powder As deodorant for dogs Greetings good morning, how are you? Sleep well, or just okay? Greetings, good morning, what to do? Errands out? Or Chill day? Hug the light While I chart a map Traced through an outline So we don’t lose track Carefully unmarked All well placed traps And broke the lead Off in the input jack Stripped the wire bare I’m struggling to care Let this jam grow out On you like bad hair I made the lines To do well in polling Neglected to mention Path is experts only (Greetings good morning, how are you? Sleep well, or just okay? Greetings, good morning, what to do? Errands out? Or Chill day? Greetings good morning, how are you? Sleep well, or just okay? Greetings, good morning, what to do? Errands out? Or Chill day?) Another day is another wake up I guess The urge to fall back I fail to suppress Like my bare palms blocking a hard breeze As my slipper-less toes inevitably freeze Is it school today or cartoons on the couch Pajamas or jeans I’ll maintain a slouch I’ve got more than enough almond butter puffs And if there’s no obligation I keep the scruff

A damn fool I took the wake up for granted Could you imagine a worse made mistake While the dinosaur turns to jello underneath the lake The two four stroke burner gets what it can take And the process goes forward but it never ever breaks I left my guard up Which might have been a blunder Got my orders out of The lightning after thunder Subtle is the suspension of disbelief Stretch by the moment stretch for relief Stretch so the dog is downward Stretch for your health you coward Stretched for time, stretch for the connecting rhyme Stretch like in college, I stretched a dime Stretch it all out it the general point Stretch in a matter that is good for your joints The idea is To become a little more Flexible Stretch like the gum gum man Stretch like Catdog can Stretch like a yoga calendar plan Stretch like I stretch the key of the jam If the cop asks you later stretching is the plan Next time I might drop my guard Let it all down Not to an end Next time I might roll with it Just go as it is Steady as it goes

Fresh it’s a homemade affair Something direct I can make with care Unlike tunes, I’m pulling double shots Espresso step one for a latte on the spot Boil water, preheat that vessel If it’s not fall skip the nutmeg stencil “It’s overly indulgent,” I’ll be sure to tease ya I get such a charge when you call me your barista A variety of ways to whip oat milk Attachment to steam wand is silk not felt Add a sweet before for a chance to melt Or rather dissolve only a little will help Use a spoon to scoop and lower in the foam Into a vacuum if your intent is to roam I haven’t got the hang of that artisanal pour Unrelated but now I’ve got to clean the floor It used to be: Home or a latte Now it’s just me Versus The act Of making Coffee Espresso in the heart grinds all I can see I tap the tamper with temper tastefully Too light and you make barely brownish sludge Too tight and the machine will hardly budge Cause I’m not that buff pulling shots by hand I aim to make the best vegan latte in the land With whiskey syrup if all goes to plan To align with the truth confess to the sweet tooth

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Wrote this tune stealing candy from my father Perplexed by the Pyrex, oh bother It’s crest white strips for the soul It’s the canary litigating in the lobby for big coal It’s the stroll through the bog with your mummified dog Who will need fresh soap to chase frogs Wrote this tune in the middle of a predicament Interluding again I’m sick of it Sick of it step back feel guilt then return (hit return) Sick of it step back feel guilt then return (hit return) Sick of it inter-predicament (hit return, smash it) Sick of it step back feel guilt then return (hit return) Sick of it inter-predicament (hit return smash it) Life ain’t nothing like an apple pie That comparison would be silly Americana aside Time is the poison time is also the gift I might miss an attack even if it’s swift The truth is when I’m in it I’m looking for a way out Wrote this tune in the middle of a predicament Interluding again I’m sick of it Sick of it step back feel guilt then return (hit return) Sick of it step back feel guilt then return (hit return) Sick of it inter-predicament (hit return, smash it) Sick of it step back feel guilt then return (hit return) Sick of it step back feel guilt then return (hit return) Sick of it step back feel guilt then return (hit return) Sick of it inter-predicament (hit return, smash it) Sick of it step back feel guilt then return (hit return)

Whoops Got lost A whole pack of whoops-a-doodles A whole bouquet of whoopsie-dasies Reverse that face Don’t feel displaced Point of lost grace Is best feeling trace Unlaced shoes On shuffling goons I put my apology In the form of balloon Just for the you And my pity party In the way of sorry Not the board game hardly Partly cloudy like me Iron press the karate gi This patch is now Strictly vaporware So I had a theory Home is where your home is Home is where your home is Home is where your home is Home is where your home is Reverse that face Don’t feel displaced Point of lost grace Is best feeling trace Unlaced shoes On shuffling goons I put my apology In the form of balloon Just for the you And my pity party In the way of sorry Not the board game hardly Partly cloudy like me Iron press the karate gi This patch is now Strictly vaporware But the blue denim Is my wardrobe venom I bet him I could better yet Got an outline to check Take a bullet point This patch is still Strictly vaporware Strictly speaking If we were going to get strict Home is where your home is Home is where your home is Home is where your home is Home is where your home is Home is where your home is Home is where your home is Home is where your home is Home is where your home is

Tom Nook, Tom the raccoon crook Tom took my pride in swift strides Right after I sat beside and lied To a man I felt obligated to confide All my secrets to beneath the immeasurable blue Or rather a shifting hue The clouds were passing through Obstructing the frail sun, at that point, painted so pale As I journeyed to some avail Failed by the pitiful propulsion along the rail Debris sickened air, or that tell-tale sign of a tail (An impending anxiety with my will starting to bend) At Nine P.M. I was at the end Of the line. In a shrink-wrapped hometown of mine A pristine synthetic smile sent Glass shocks down through my spine “Welcome home! You're not known. You are all alone. You are alone. Don’t worry your little head.” Tom Said “I will put you in a bed, I will find you a home.” Despite what he was saying it felt like he was weighing My worth, and for what it’s worth It didn’t seem as though he were laying The foundations of my financial devastation The keys were given without reservation I could discerningly tell pressures held The need for bells: specifically my bells Tom's well of good will starting to run dry What little water left laced with lye Whispering, "It's time, fine friend of mine, Get in line. Grab whatever tool you can find." Alluding to treasures underneath or in the trees Or possibly working criminally close to free Clothed like my creditor, rehashing his creed Conscious of my condemnation My somewhat systematic relaxation Was nothing more than an appeasement for more A larger home or decorations I had no use for My material motivations apparent unlike before Unstitching my pursuits for spare change Making the strange town seem deranged Tom seemed hurt, a shift that burned Firmly told me to put my words on the curb Then stomped every objection that he heard Turning my corporeal form to weeds growing Changing my hands to paws floating, I was choking on my self engulfed in hair Rising to somewhere far more fair The rocket ship carried the kitten Softly scared and severely smitten Slicing through the scarlet skies Plastic clouds linked by zip ties Wondering whiskers against the glass Into the blackness uncontrollably fast Widening the inches between the stars Seated in a plutonium cone shaped car Then turned his head back to earth Meowing softly in regret at first Thinking of friends left behind Or lamenting what his love would find Released only by the gravity around None of which was to be found Among cosmic pebbles spiraling in shapes Not ready to find out what movement takes Crash Landing, a misunderstanding Between the rocket car and forces of gravity The scientist witnessed all of this Through the lens of a telescope adjusted finely The master of science recognized the reliance Of the kitten precariously pitted in peril Trapped deeply inside, the methods of his ride Echoing a tortured scream ringing, "Terrible!" Rushing so soon to the top of the moon In her scientifically calibrated hot fume balloon Searing intentions pierced the icy extensions Of the sick ship trapping a dreadful tune The space cat came out with a joyous shout Without knowing a thing about his unlikely savior Greeting, with a meow, meaning, "Good evening, Thank you for the considerate display of kind behavior." The scientist replied finding her beliefs aligned Taking time with a sigh and slow mindful meow Trying to say, "I'm glad I saved the day But there are some concerns I must speak aloud. Recall the colors that smothered your eyes, Fantastic plastic hues seamlessly tied together? Neither the chemical aroma or decimated biota Can be considered consequences of the weather. The trajectory of this most surely tragic story Is still uncomfortably fixated on you Possibly because of gender in spite of my ingenuity, This restful reality, in actuality, is only arbitrarily true." The intended meanings of the meowed things Ultimately were lost in translation The space kitten looked at the scientist His head crooked in a confused fascination Then a sudden event had the space cat attentive Peering past his perceptions into the scientist's hand Seeing a seductive and solitary remote button Linked to a science machine to get him out of this jam And he wanted to get out of this jam The paw was on the button: enormous and red Despite his anxiety the kitten quietly said "I think I'm ready to go home now. I think I'm ready to go home now." The science machine made a considerable click Followed by the moonscape's massive split The ground broke in jagged twisting arcs And the kittens were swallowed by the dark Falling beneath the surface feeling tragic Wishing that the clouds were not still plastic Dreading their expected roles in the world The thought of credit making their blood cut Closing their eyes, mid-fall at last Reforming their beings somewhere in the past I awoke, peering up from my game Between my love and a stranger on the train

You say it’s just a fashion beverage Remnant of my caffeine sever-age Claiming I am posing foolish Calorie deficient and already ghoulish I respond I do it for me Reply that even I could use a treat Is it odd I enjoy the flavor? Rebuttal is also sweet to savor You insist that it’s ot cloy at all Decision probably preceded by a fall In judgement must have been abrupt For me to eternally not switch it up I suppose I should keep an open mind But this trip to Verve was self care time Admit distractions are what currently incline Just another step from the stated outline Ice and espresso rendered gutless I’m not sure anything is pointless I’m not really sure I’m not really sure I’m not really sure I’m not really sure of anything at all

The bare minimum That what I’m going to do I’m a minimalist As you can tell, a joker too A skeleton And a skeptic The bare minimum That’s what I’m going to do Real talk, I was going to write you a whole album But I had ended up with just this token verse Yeah, I might have avoided taking about your curse You want my hot take? Brain cancer sucks. I like your approach with a certain nonchalance But it gets to me, as it gets to you, And mom and Georgia too and Cassady as well Not to mention everyone who wants their farewell I hate that I act like this is harder on me than It is on you, not to hue so blue But I love you Dad, so routine but true I love you dad, and I miss you already It’s the next thing after this I’m dreading Thanks again for too much to count Not that it would matter numerically anyhow I’m still bad at goodbyes as you know

Got a vegan butter stick real slick use it quick full cup equivalent got a vegan butter stick Got five eggs crack them with your legs JK You should use your hands got five free range eggs Five point five cups of flour let it proof for two hours got five point five cups of flour Cut out the middle so the center isn’t raw Shaped like a zero or a circular saw Always can soothe and get me out of rut Don’t have to ask you know I want donuts Take it with a glaze or a chocolate ganache I’d consider sprinkles if it’s not too posh No trouble intend for our ill prepared guts No liar, grab the fryer and make some donuts Granulated sugar by the half cup sucrose up blood pressure flub still a half cup bud Half cup of water please revives the tiny little yeast for some dough rise at least half cup of water please Bit of vanilla and a pinch of salt a recipe default too much might make a heart halt Just a bit salt just a bit salt, just a bit of salt just a bit salt Three quarters of a cup of oat milk because we’re dairy free both you and me and Bulma makes three Dairy free so we don’t hurt tummies for something only slightly more yummy with our buddies count me lucky when I Cut the middle so the center isn’t raw Shaped like a zero or a circular saw Always can soothe and get me out of rut Don’t have to ask you know I want donuts Take it with a glaze or a chocolate ganache I’d consider sprinkles if it’s not too posh No trouble intend for our ill prepared guts No liar, grab the fryer and make some donuts