Gaslight

The panda at the potter’s wheel
With cakes and pastry…isn’t real.
The candles dancing on my bed
Do not gavotte but in my head.
If cacti owned a coffee bar
It wouldn’t be where those three are
(There’s no foot traffic by the tub).
I don’t gaslight that easy, bub,
So pack your fever dreams and go!
(Feel free to leave the pastry, though.)

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About Michael

Silliness is good
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2 Responses to Gaslight

  1. very clever how you did that

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