Cold Cereal 1: Jiggery Pokery

1. Jiggery Pokery

My bed will make itself today, the devil says.

Awakening, sitting beside. The sheets will change

Themselves today. I will bathe myself today.  At a cross

Roads. Handsome eyes, there’s a soul

To squeel.  Squelch it, for 3 units shy. A BS degree.

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