Fold me like you always have,
Run your nails to set the creases,
Shape me to the form you crave,
Bend me into the art of your wishes,

My form forever yours to toy with,
I conform to your will and desire,
Expose my surfaces, above or beneath,
I will always be there for you to admire,

I can be flexible or I can be stiff,
That depends on what you want,
I am here to help fill your rift,
The one who says you can when you can’t,

Craft that which you seek of me,
I am but your art, your origami.

And now it has become our place
Removers of the grievous waste
Of lunitical hypocrital D(Tr)unp  
Festering there
Right in the middle of our square
Stinking, frothing, full of ****
It is our place
And the time has come

My feelings for you are written  
As if upon the stone
Which will stay
Long after each of us are gone
Whether or not
Independent of anything
You and I are written
Whether or not we sing

What’s it like
To be a nutt bust muse?
Does the force send over vibes
When I’m busting a nutt
While thinking of you?
Nutts in shells
Will sort of do

I’ve decided
It’s not unhealthy
But who is ever right
In diagnosing their dreams?
How much does how it seems
Personally
Pollute
What really
Should be?

For whatever it be
You feel heathy to me
Blessing me
Creatively
With a vision
Horizon
Maybe you see
It as unhealthy
And possibly
It could be
I have an addictive personality

Can’t figure why you stay away
I tell myself you won’t want to someday
You could come
Or you could go
Please do something to make it so
Whichever way the stream will flow
We still gonna get there slow
But I need to know which way to go
Set me on my journey to find a home
And if it ain’t with you
Tell me to roam