Once there hung a mess A scribbled ball of thread Woolly woolly woolly Suspended in my head Crocheted into a doilie Dyed a deeper red The mess is now carpeted A musing emptiness in my head
"It's cheese puffs or nothing." "What's that?" "Wine." "So what's the problem?" "Sounds like you went there with my mindset." "Yeah, and that's not fun."