Now, what should he call his invention?
And he knew this was almost more important than the invention itself
Making him wonder if maybe he should shelve the whole stinking kit and kaboodle
Except the WhositwhatsitYouSitISittm was so cool otherwise
Never was he farther away physically from her
Every day he felt that emptiness when he woke up
And no matter how many times he got to call her, it was never enough
Reaching his decision, he booked his flight. Money is great, but being there was priceless
Perhaps one day I will be a king
Reaching up and placing the crown on my own head
It would be then where I fulfill my destiny
Never looking back, I would break down barriers and shatter glass ceilings
Creating new norms that would create a more equitable society
Even though some may call me queen, my breasts won’t define me!
Yearning to wear soft cashmere sweaters
Asking others to make them for me seems silly since I could make one
Reaching for my knitting needles I start my first stitch
Now after five hours, and not getting past stitch three, I pick up the phone and call…
Character acting her way through life
Anyone who knew her would find out they didn’t really know her
She was that good at putting on a performance
The only thing that was real was her curtain call
As her alarm heralded a new call to battle
Randi braced herself for another day in the trenches
Making her coffee extra strong, it sent her heart racing
On went her power suit and matching shoe briefcase combo
Reaching for her favorite pen, she was ready for war
Been there on the other side of the long slab of oak
Answering the call for liquid happiness
Realizing that it doesn’t really help
Don’t you understand how good of a price this is?
Even shipping and handling is free, so how can you pass on this?
And if you want two, well we’ll throw that second one in on us.
Let your fingers do the walking and call us now. Operators are standing by.
Ruby red apples hung low on overladen branches
It was a siren call of fall
Promising a bounty of crisp sweet-tart experiences
Embracing the essence of the season
Viewing the horizon, you fall to your knees
All of that sand, ripples carved by the incessant wind
So much nothingness, and you feel despair
Throwing yourself onto your back you make a sand angel in a call for help