Sugar foresters plead from the confection zone.
\nRecord players scream the sound of bone on bone.
\nNo one knows you’re home if you unplug the phone.
\nThe current is succinctly out of time,
\nthe vestibule encased by mordant rime.
\nTell the mailman you’ll not be accepting bills.
\nMove your tent out of the mall into the hills.
\nLive on wine, fruit of the vine and daffodils.
\nDo not excuse abuse or space or time.
\nPredominantly talk in codes or rhyme.
\nPut the zeros where the ones all used to be.
\nNever stand alone but always take a knee.
\nHeirloom art and spare parts are now history.
\nRefuse to live on daylight savings time.
\nInsist a broken clock is not a crime.
\nRefine your bailiwick to one small spot.
\nSell air space on your noble microdot.
\nMeasure life in terms of cold and hot.
\nSing that song about rosemary, sage and thyme.
\nAnswer every question with ballet or mime.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"