Folks were talking, as they always do,
Nothing serious, just some mindless chitchat.
Elvira, they said should be displayed in a museum,
Man, I’d curate the Hell out of that!
Simplifying my life gets confusing for my friends,
Wondering if I will go, or if I will stay.
Believing I intend to commit suicide, because
I am giving all my cherished stuff away…
Went to the kitchen for some salsa,
Came back to make a tasty tostada.
But Sammy had run off to the Ramada,
With every bit of my carne asada!
In class, cells seem such simple things,
Yet in the brain, they might cause psychosis.
All I know, is that if I was a cell,
I couldn’t wait for apoptosis.
Looked in the mirror this morning,
Much less hair and many more wrinkles.
Enough to drive a man into the darkness.
Not me though, I have ice cream, with sprinkles!