I enjoy his company Riding shotgun Conversation No one to overhear Our inside jokes

I don’t expect Diabetes education For the public But chances are You know one

My poems are short Written at night In my head I wake at dawn Shake my memory

If I was in a beauty pageant My talent would be 'Lefty who writes upside-down’ Beside the contestant Who burps her ABC’s

I’m watching a woman in a bikini In great shape with a swollen bell… Play with her puppy named Gatsby A Hispanic family comes The little girl dips her feet in

A joke Lost in Translation You will Never

The human heart ...leaps and jumps ...races and sings ...sighs and groans The treacherous heart can

Didn’t they know that people cared? That they were loved? Why didn’t someone tell them?

Left on a leash Is no way to live He disappeared I like to imagine He’s running in a field