poem by (sic) jamgabbyonce upon a time

ourtiredoverflowed and popped

someone wore a flower

we couldn't wake up yet

we woke up many times

every time we woke, we were

fooled, on the hill it

was classic. tomorrow we wake 

in the same way 

tomorrow on the flower flowing

i am tired

someone else wakes me up 

i'm tired. someone talks in my ear

about flowers

a frank capital F'ed

on flowers the topic of

gets rolling

fooled like you

wouldn't wake up even when asked politely

tiring quickly now like flowers

instead of orchids

instead of waking once upon

a time