Thinkin’ on the many times I near singed both of my feet
drinkin’ milkshakes, any kitchen, binged on decks with Kelis
sinkin’ in, that subtle itchin’, hinged on valves for release,
tinkerin with thermostats, switchin’ to dad: conserve heat
Oh now, here we go, holdin’ on for the ride,
trying to keep breakfast down, time to swallow my pride
I’d prefer it if you didn’t press my pass to imbibe
Coercion is, in sum, a very bad vibe
Hum all you truly meant, to change the air in the room
Is it the summer of your discontent, a son light, on fumes
Say true, shove gentle into that good strong doom
so long, I row with Eliot, my whimpers go boom
Come now
The Avatar is a pen name for a poet based in Boston, Massachusetts.