Captain's Log, Quarantine, Day Thirty Four.
I finished a big program, but I am ready for more.
So, I am writing a poem, and its always very hard,
because I never know what its going to be about.
One moment, I am mighty, serious, and athletic,
then I sit to the poem, and I lose that aesthetic.
In my early 20s I wore a Blues Brother suit for office work,
but even that didn't work, cause I added cowboy-shoes,
and a huge buckle, not a day past when I didn't get a chuckle.
Later it got even worse, I wore leather pants and a Matrix coat,
I fit into my coffee shop like a mountain goat.
Being serious is just too darn hard,
I don't have the might,
OK, that's enough for this poetic flight,
I am done writing, y'all have goodnight.