no time. like the present.

that's a thing.
no time.
presently, that's what there is.
busy busybody business,
and balls-out nonstop uphill battle beastliness.
tiring?
yeah, kinda.
luckily,
sickness and vacationary family times
make sleep very nearly nonexistent.
after all,
sleep is restful,
and the wicked aren't supposed to get much.
which is weird,
since most lazy D-bags i know sleep in regularly.
of course,
all us early birds and sleepless heaps need a little somethin' extra
to get it poppin'.
somethin' along the lines of nuthin'.
huh?
nuthin' muffins that is!

bam!
no berries, bananas, nuts, chips, or whatever.
...just muffin.
not cake in a cup,
but nuthin' in a muffin.
with a heapin' helpin' of hot oat streusel on top.
wordimus prime, ninjas.
************
days off, over and out.
tomorrow the grind is back in effect,
with or without grist to get the gist.
dry grind?
like a homecoming dance, neighbors.
uncomfortable, ugly, awkward, and dreaded.
it's happening.
tomorrow.
tonight, however,
it's good little girls with sugar, spice, and everything nice.
and chemical lights.
or as you skeevy dancehall doo-doo bumpers know 'em:
glowsticks.
secret mutha-lickin' tunnels, kids.
in real life;
never quiet, never soft.....