I didn’t
Will
It,
But
I’m
Frying
Too
Many
Fish
In
My
Skillet.
I see
Another
Project
And
Pounce,
To
Carve
Out
Another
Artistic
Ounce,
Sand,
Paint,
Fashion
Stretcher
Bars
And
Touch
Up
The
Scratches
On
My
Car.
Soon
I have
Six
Tasks
Going
At
Once.
In
Between,
I write,
I’m
Toiling
Half
The
Night!
My
Dentist
Wants
A
Piece
Of
Me,
The
House
Extracts
A
Daily
Fee,
But
What
The
Hell,
Its
Going
Pretty
Well,
And
I achieve
A
Decent
Flow.
Busy.
Gotta
Go.