I Spit, I Cannot To Sit Or Hit, I Won't Knit

 I'm mad, I rather be sad, I shall be bad boyfriend, I love to hike outside in the Bloomington neighborhood town, to feel beloved springtime breeze, it isn't a blizzard storm anymore, it was truly nice and comfy, I do not care about less ordinary cold and rainy days, when the sun kicks in upon the oceanic skyline was crispier and clear every single time to shine beautifully, oh god himself to honor this world alive and survive, and keep the business open once, I want my vacation back on track, this is taken too damn long, I live in freedom and wisdom, I spit, I cannot to sit or hit, I won't knit, I wanted to live forever, when I die young and old, I believe to catch outwitted airy winds coming through a nickel or two, I rather wait who can take the stand to write his signature from the coronavirus bill, end the crisis forever, I knew was over than one hundred years old, it has been a legend of myths forever, I wanted to end wisely

Written by
Michael James Brindley
3-19-20