BURN SOME OLD BILLS

Lost it all to some I-cloud brunch

folk devil all twisted up from booze

mangled rotten insides stupendous fork in the road.

that will teach it to think 

all sparkled up bruised ripe business

ripe for plucking

let’s go there 

no here no there

call up everyone

smack the gin off peak

clean up wipe off

you’re done here

have a piece of paper

sunny day melatonin feast

strike shoes on peeling into winter.