Bully.

What's so funny? A lamp shade on the head
during a somber winter? not hardly.
Make it new.
So the wires, speakers, mouse, printer, and power,
wrap around my feet as I type
the coffee mug, cell phone, and compressed dust remover.
Hoorah.
So, I'll go to her eyeliner, outlining the same beady blues
I never noticed years ago; that tooth--well, I hear you
can throw it on the roof in some parts of the world,
bury it in others. I wouldn't embalm it in gold,
wear it on my ear lobe. But that's just me.
I mean no disrespect.