We all need a reason
So here’s your impetus.
So here’s your impetus.
Start shaking, people.
Or at least a few breaths.
But I caught it by the tail.
And the ostensible ones as well.
Happy birthday, Mr. Potato Head.
It’s shorter, at least.
You know, as much as anyone longs to be a flounder.
Bring your feathers over and grab a bite.
Come on, normalcy. Please.