Shenanigans

I want to smoke pot

And find things funny

Maybe play some hopscotch

With the easter bunny

Love things untagged

And burn up all my money

Before it torches my pockets

I want to run

But not away

Spill some pink

Over charcoal grey

Knock on the night’s door

And ask it to play

While we’re both still young

Feel something

That will feel me back

Find the depth

Without the black

Feed my soul

Until it doesn’t lack

And stop the maddening hunger

Take some words

And make them rhyme

Punch the clock

Until the death of time

Get my tongue acquainted

With a beverage and a lime

where wrong and right dance together

Am I There Yet?

No?

How about now?