I just wanna go home.

But the park I came to roam:

So that I could be alone.

.           No electronic prisons or cell-phone.

.                                  …To try to set an artistic tone.

.                                     … And now my tired feet just pound the stone.

.                                                                      As I try to figure out my 8:00 AM poem.

But I find only .. endless fury as i contemplate that   ” D-O-N-E” does *not*  rhyme with ” BONE ”