Conversations with my Master

Conversations with my Master

Hey Sloth! 
Winnow away that indolence. Lousy!
Manifest your spine
Let this tip upon a paper. Dance.
Rattle up the senses out of your wits. Create.
In utmost  daft calligraphy
Some chortle verses this time. 

I protest and detest
The indigo is full uptill the brim. Bingo.
Glowering from my tidy desk
I decide not to serve any whim.

I’m not the one to bother 
It’s him poking on me after you
Revealing a common thread, same pears of red
This man
Calls you his great-granddaughter
Snub him or wave out to him
If you even remember his name.


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