I am not a dung farmer.
I do not sell the carbonated wind inside of Dr. Thunder bottles to children inside of yellow balloons.
I do not slip or slide on slip-n-slides.
I do not dream of riding elk stallions.
I am not excited by the death of a clear ant.
I have not enjoyed a snow cone atop a pine tree.
I do not wonder if creamed corn could be a bit more creamy.
I did not cast my wisdom teeth into duplicates made from sour apple rock candy.
I will not put those mittens on my nerve-dead toes.
I do not lick moths to see ghosts.
Anymore.
- Daniel
