I’ve a routine

which consists of

Avoiding routine.

Rerouting.

 

Never exit and enter

through the same door,

You never know who is waiting

in the corridor.

A pissed off orator, or ex.

 

My son, every morning

Our routine was eggs,

But no more routie tootie fresh and fruity

truly groovy cooky routine

Rulette de russ

Rooting for Rudy

There’s ruby’s

in boobies

I lick em and

blew each,

WITH BLUE JAZZ,

A BLUE BEACH

BLUE balls in uhauls,

With brujos in New clothes

The emperors new hos

Are covered in glucose.

You are what you do most.

I do poems so . . .

What do you do.

a routine.