a winning formula

wake up 
dont mess with a winning formula
the same shit 
u shit everyday
a call to gather yesterdays mistakes
&mpersand leave several portions 
as offerings to the palindromic dogs
who will ensure - an expectation
work on omnipresence & answering calls & hearing my prayers
but dogs busy in thoughts
i understand
even though i tender for new boots made for strutting
& speak in tongues 
u sing along if u know the words
pirouette on a escalator 360 & i somehow have lost my way
i should maybe meditate
messing with a winning formula
i have a head the size of a sidebottom
full of piss indigestion again
an appropriate + beautiful reaction rob would say
and maybe he/s got a point
but i think its an obtuse parallel to draw
ebenso pythagoras would probably be pleased
with the angles she makes with her knees
the formality of the terms of endearment 
with which she greets
the old man
the old dear
the apples there
the tree is here
i was always normally wack at math
so now for winning formulas
.just because.