dxm

it’s not what i do for a living

it’s what i live to 

do 

you

remember the time

we fell in love

or do you at least

remember michael 

jackson singing it

as we swayed back and forth

eyes all large from the dxm?

we waddle stepped like the carpet

was falling away beneath our feet

you kissed me and your lips tasted

sweet from the strawberries 

i stuck a straw to my nose

just so i could accurately

tell everybody which way the wind blows

i answered questions before they were asked-

i shot gunned the sun; it tasted hot like fire 

was crawling up my feet and down my thighs

your eyes were lit up like new years eve night

and all i can say now is goodbye

and may your trip be alright

cause the journey or the fight

is always more fun than the end

which is always in sight

even on a good day

it’s not what i do for a living

it’s what i live to do

you