You always wake me up
In the middle of the night...

Hey, yellow jacket,
There is something in your vibe...

I like you.
yes, you read that right...

the cold blue water curves,
turning into giant waves...

Oh Its funny how
I desperately looking...

I think I am a racoon.
I say good morning...

I have owned twenty acres
and I have hired hundreds of workers...

This is not a poem
And it is long...

Fudge, fudge, fudge.
What is wrong with me...

Smile for the camera.
Because it's suits me...

Good thing I'm a writer.
I play with words and not with fire...

Suppose I'm feeling
butterflies in my stomach...