Licked Mirror Poem

Keep the mirror licked clean.
My balloons are completely popped.
Do 15 hours of yoga streaming;
my WiFi is complimentary.

Lip-synch the roaring twenties
or do that aboriginal jump dance.
I’ve been Chinese with plenty
of my feet on the ground, planted.

I’m into instrumental things
for about half a minute.
Effortlessly cool and super ridiculous, please.
I’m begging on behalf of all the tenants.

Dude with the go board,
let me in your apartment.
Haven’t you ever tried microwave brownies.
Show me the circles buried in the squares;
then I can die and laugh out loud.