I don't have much to say about Michael's latest installment, written on the road, except for one thing: fall asleep with grapes? Who does that . . . ?
Gotta Stop Doing That
Fell asleep last night
With green grapes on the bed
Gotta stop doing that
Don’t know the first thing
About making wine
Glad it wasn’t a candy bar
All dark chocolatey
Housekeeping wouldn’t appreciate
Seeing that dark brown stain on the sheets
Gotta stop doing that
Saw some lady yelling
At her baby in Mt Dora today
Thought all the wrong things
Gotta stop doing that
Maybe the baby’s a jerk
But what do I know anyway?
And why care what it all means?
It’s all above my pay grade
Near as I can tell
Thinking?
Gotta stop doing that
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