Wisdom Foot

And vividly, scenes flash the you who bellied
Her way in the cafeteria on the second floor,
Of that bin to dig up your favotire food.
(Is it? Crackers were the only thing you've
Mealed for three months.)

And the moment you emphathized
With that lad, his mother buried herself,
In the crowd who mobbed
That Russian who's on sale
With unconfirmed "from Russia With Love"
You distinctly won his gusto then.

Why, I remember Cupid Eyeing you
Awhile ago, as you whip the cursing sun,
And bring to life, the hearts of this
Imbeciles, who lined their butts
On the sand, as you strum
That Gibson on to an enchanted chorus.

Honestly, these nuts forgot to move
The place, and my gut is craving
For a stuffing. Why, they too forgot
That time passes by, and guts do.
And heck, they forgot that
I am on the line.