Sugar foresters plead from the confection zone.
Record players scream the sound of bone on bone.
No one knows you’re home if you unplug the phone.
The current is succinctly out of time,
the vestibule encased by mordant rime.
Tell the mailman you’ll not be accepting bills.
Move your tent out of the mall into the hills.
Live on wine, fruit of the vine and daffodils.
Do not excuse abuse or space or time.
Predominantly talk in codes or rhyme.
Put the zeros where the ones all used to be.
Never stand alone but always take a knee.
Heirloom art and spare parts are now history.
Refuse to live on daylight savings time.
Insist a broken clock is not a crime.
Refine your bailiwick to one small spot.
Sell air space on your noble microdot.
Measure life in terms of cold and hot.
Sing that song about rosemary, sage and thyme.
Answer every question with ballet or mime.