Thank you, “Barnaby Blue.”
For making me feel young again,
my baby boo.
Childish fun and energetic giggles,
As I feel like chasing bubbles.

Thank you, “Shattered Souls.”
For making me feel the dark, heavy metal
ringing through my ears.
Flipping the bird, calling people ‘turds’
The badass punk is getting me drunk.

Thank you, “Don’t Sweater It.”
For making me feel like a librarian,
Chill and serene, lounging in front of a roaring fire,
to drive the chill from my aching bones.
Books, and books, and books,
Oh, what a wonderful look.

Thank you, “Shake Your Money Maker.”
For making me feel like a dance-mom,
Daughters and sons begging, pleading,
but I still shake my groove thing,
like an unpleasant bee sting.

Thank you, “Sashay My Way.”
For making me feel like walking
with a swing in my hips, licking my lips,
but it seems I’ve eaten too many chips, and so I trip.

Thank you, “Espresso My Style.”
For making me feel like a life-long hipster,
Complete with a beanie, and a smile.
Coffee-shop chic, Avril Lavigne ‘sk8er boi’ on fleek.

Thank you, “Give Me Space”
For making me feel nothing, and everything.
Teenager angst, it’s the end of the world,
angry, sad, and hungry,
growing mood swings unfurl.