On behalf of animalistic abe I’d love a margarita pizza, a good one though, right now
On behalf of pious Pete, I’d like to feel as pure as I felt when I was a child, again
on behalf of childish Charlie I’d like to create another poem

is this very second?
or the one just past
just as important
as the very next second?

a “second” isn’t as important as a minute
otherwise it would be called a “first”
and a minute isn’t as big as an hour
it’s tiny
it’s mynoot

I try to live in the now
but it passes too quickly
my brain can’t keep up with time
and it’s getting slower every year

ever noticed this poem doesn’t rhyme?
nor make much sense?
I don’t like it much
but I can’t be bothered editing.