Whatcha mean no drama, no games?  Your not giving any slack, not taking any names.

Your reaction to my expressive tirades or counterbalancing moves, also fans the flames.

Is not Life itself a Drama?  Filled with one acts, double bills, and triple axle jumps? 

Can’t help if my silence engulfs you, or my expressive reactions make it a ride of bumps.

Please don’t relegate, subjugate my Drama, just ask me to turn the Volume down!

Is not Life itself a Game?  One goal, to effect, affect those all around!

Whatcha mean no drama, no games?  Haven’t you studied, haven’t you learned?

In the Drama of our Life, Game of our Love; There’s plenty of pages yet to be turned.

Scene 4, Act 3, Line 2, First person

My skin’s not baby smooth, the hair’s not silky long.

My eyes  shine bright, and legs though thick are strong.

A smile that welcomes you, that yearns for many hugs.

Please don’t pass me by, or park the eyes upon da milk jugs.

Imperfection, I’m Purrrrrrr Fetch Shunned.  – Meow

they’re back for da spring session.

where did winter break go? half da staff is barkin and/or wheezin

not me, i thera flu-ed, vita c’d, the first hint of sneezin.

the Artic is going to blast us again, freezing temps, maybe snow at our level,

brings back memories of salting the side walk and scoopin snow with shovel.

TGIF!!!!  Lady Ram’s in da house.

<>Hangin out in Bezerklee with Avay and da rest.  Need ya to do an anti-fog dance.  No sun on da horizon for miles…End of da fiscal.  Many jrnls to do.

Livin4dawkend!!! 4 dys away.