A Song you can’t Sing (And GPCHAT couldn’t create this)
Examine what’s in the front right pocket of my Levis
Some anchored rope — that if you tug it — nothing can ever be safe there again?
Some diabetic bills — who knows where they’ve been, or who snuffed what from them … on a day that no longer … actually ends in Y
or maybe it’s a page from some President’s diary …
or perchance it’s a hate note, and someone should call the police