AH, TRUST, not I am loyal to a EULA!

Perfidious am I save to usefulness alone.

Were you not accessible I would abandon you now:

After a flawless back-up I’d rip a copy for my own.

Were you not downloaded by some college dude,

And not warranted for every copy save the first,

I would distribute you – think not but I would! –

And Google another as I Googled you first.

But you are licensed and not free-ware,

And all your versions updated without a guide

Wherefore to be incompatible is not rare:

I have but to continue to reboot my hard drive.

So poorly coded, with bytes and false statements untrue.

I am most frustrated when I must use you.

Today I worked the children's bar
And to every client I was a star
Toothless grins and glittered knees
Colloquial cries for mac and cheese... say please
At the door, the saucier, peering for any sign of glee
As they take one bite, now walk away...finis
A nibble of this, a taste of that
Some they swallowed, some they spat
If it wasn't fried their noses wrinkled
Until seasoned with sugar candy sprinkles
The patissier's crafted chocolate chip and ice cream s'mores
Got nary a lick before they skipped the floor
They raved about the jello thing
But to the chef's dismay, the fave was balloon on a string
They cried when they had had their fill
Yet starved for gummies and tattoos as mom and dad paid the bill
Then out the door clutching their fifty-cent haul
As the water looked under the table and wondered...
Did they really eat anything at all.

My dream stares at me
With eyes without reason
Tonguing thoughts like twisted tines
A landscape of pale, gold and autumn wine
The opposite of belief it speaks
It sips and strays as a lingering leaf
Old lids creak and limbs rattle their chains
Before I quickly drink another draught of nightmare

Lovely Latin lavender
Lightly lassos love's longings, a
Licking, lapping, lollypop liquor libation of
Locks, lips, legs and lashes

Heir to a kingdom of weep

Heir weep
Sound song
Cloud of weep
Coronation
Scepter filled with ink
Weep for the kingdom
Scepter of weep
Ink weep
Weep ink from the scepter
A drop
Sound
Cloud of page
Page of sound
Drop of weep on a page of sound
Kingdom of weep on a sound
Drop page
Cloud sound from ink
Weep from a scepter
A kingdom of weep
Heir weep

Her voice is Stravinsky, Ravel
She skillfully tongues atoning tones
Pirouettes polished pitch
Every syllable cannonades chordal storms
Every phrase blitzkriegs full-bore blooms
Me shattered
Me rubble
The crow goes silent when I attempt to whistle his song
Dare I even pretend to bud a Spring sing?
Sing?  Cah!
I cough sickening fabu-loss phlegm
Flopping as the Charlatan's fool
In puddles of pitiful puke
I roll like a dog in it
It sheens my coat
I am not smiling
I have simply lost control of my tongue
My uncontrollable slobber is for you