EIGHTEEN

If you ain’t seen me for days,
Don’t think twice or be amazed,
I ain’t joined a tender craze,
Not been in no micro waves.

I just been a keeping me,
Hidden from humanity,
Underneath the sand and sea,
In the basement with fruit tea.

If I happen by your place,
Wearing some familiar face,
Knotted with a broken lace,
Not in much of any haste.

Take me in and sit me down,
Knock me out and bring me round,
Smooth the crease out of my frown,
Take me out up on the town.

But do not prop me up the wall,
You may find I’m not so tall,
Find my tare weight is too small,
And leaves me slouching in the hall.

And upon arriving home,
If we are not quite all alone,
Talking to appearing bones,
Quickly exercise your phone.

And don’t let me out your eye,
Don’t you dare kiss me goodbye,
Or try to elevate my sky,
For if you do I might just die.