Discard the paint.

Locally grown pears hang from each of my ears

I have worms on my knees and a needle in my eye

While the plants outside die I watch time lie to me

Like the lady next door. Math tests are for losers

Who don’t like art. And the stain on my shirt came

From my breakfast last night. While showers of

Stars litter the mind of our children, there is no

Time like NOW to teach them of the weather.