Up again at twelve am
And wondering what to do.
Old thumper in the chest
Is doing her best
But lately been less than true.
It would help immensely
Gigantically, yet gently
To blacklist the donut mill.
And to lose the one round
My maxi middle too,
Seriously, though,
It’s worrisome some
And need to get serious now.
Each day is one
To marathon run.
Each day is made from hours
Which in turn is minutes made.
So working on the five minute fade
I choose not to indulge
As the craving comes and goes.
Minutes stacked one by one
To save the thumper,
The beating drum,
And show honor to
the drum bunker.
Purple Pennies 