| In my mind fireworks ignite: I am overtaxed spread thin like water color, plate overloaded schedule crammed everybody pulls; I perceive an octopus the arms of all who want my time. Listen as I plead for leisure, time off for aiding behavior; perhaps corn-hole, horseshoes, or a pie-eating contest. So I toil mornings mowing grass, edging, weeding trimming a burning bush, shoveling crushed stone. Blue sky infrared sunburn; oft my neck I give. I sing of me, to-do juggler voices call, I go. I need shoulders to stand on. In principle, I need to govern my body. Constitution reads no taxation without preservation. 40 Lines Writer’s Cramp 7-4-19 Requirements: --fireworks; --octopus; --pie-eating contest; --sunburn; --Constitution |