Quick!–
Fit it into
6 minutes!
ASAP!
Awwh, drats!–
I feel a little out of it. . .
But,
shove to push,
and push to shove
I give my
grown up baby self
a prodding slap,
a bit of tough
to meld with ample gentle love,
well knowing
life just takes some grit,
Plus,
much more than
a little wit
to figure
just for what
I truly want
to get quite fit,
and then
to drop the fiction
that “I CAHHHNt!”,
and also scratch it–
the spread of
all the step-stone tasks–
on some
time- and date-lined
planner pad,
where I will look
to pace myself
and see my actions
rise to match it–
not just hope to fit it in
if and whenever
inspiration
strikes again.
I’d yack some more
(chat-chit-chat-chit)
but I’ve really got to make
my unique vision’s
score and grade
with will
and with my
best know-how. . .
So some time, about right now,
I kinda sorta gotta split.
