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Wii Play on National Bad Poetry Day

 

I found a mood ring and put it on my finger. My blood turned cold. I didn’t know I was in danger. Now I don’t feel anything. I’ve got no mood at all.

Your eyes they haunt me, they spook me in my sleep. I toss and I turn imagining you near me. But you’re never here. And I’m too grounded to fall. Again.

A-B-A-B-A-B-A-B-A  Jump up, jump down.

A-B-A-B-A-B-A-B-A  Jump up, jump down.

Blow on my cartridge and we’ll play another round.

If I just earned 50 points for making you smile, then maybe I’ll make my way to your leader-board. I don’t like games, but I’ll play this one for a while. You’ve got tasty snacks, and neither of us seems bored. I don’t even care about the score. Anymore.

Perpendicular, but our paths never crossed. I’ve got 50 points, but it feels like I’ve lost.

We could do anything, if not for this mood ring.

 

 

© Michael Salamone      –      Salatone Recordings      –      Michael Salamone Publishing

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