mom thumbs-uped during dinner.
"Politics make me soooooooooooooooo horny!"
then mom asked "horny? what? about what?"
a high five all around the table
I'm still a little confused on the situation
but you opened the door for me, thank you
now I just need to turn a light on so I can see
and make sense of this mess within.
again with the off topic, because that's what we're best at
sometimes, I wish I was a song
not one that was played on the radio
or scratched on a broken record player
I wish I was a song so I could be sung at the top of your lungs
on the cold and the warm days
windows fogged or down but either way
my name is in your voice and I'm there to sing along
until the song repeats itself in a new key
with more verses and a different beat
...until you throw out this mixtape of a person I am
for a movie soundtrack life.