My Best Teacher

Sunny is a stubborn dog.

Hyperbole spikes my coffee
with tisk tiskey authorityship
and only a hawk's breakfast
can interrupt my b-crunch.

Walk, I say!
Stay, he prays.
Eat, this way.
No meat, no play.
Heat, pant, splay.

I've learn over and again
that to flow is to err,
that I am circumstantially allergic to my pollen;
when I plan
I stand on principle
and can only move forward
when I set my sights aside.