My Little Red Book


In my little red book,
You will find my notes,
Figments of thoughts,
Some with a fiery look,
Others toned with sobriety,
In there am taking short steps,
Which eventually become bounding leaps,
In there am slower than a sloth,
With whom we compete in speech,
and in drawing a spade,
In it am at the White House,
Scattering rioters with a canon water hose,
In it is the legend of the stomach,
Oh, no am not going to tell the tale,
For not only is it wrenching,
It is also riveting,
I am not sure which part does what,
Turn the pages yourself,
I am done breathing down your neck!
In my little red book, 
There lies peace and my story.

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