Queasy

I am not fit For a life of crime Just the thought Makes me queasy Dizzy from an act I could never Perform -Kel Dayheart

A Little of Everything

A jack of all trades Seems to know Exactly what to do In any given situation And seems to have Everything needed To accomplish it -Kel Dayheart

Top hat and bow tie Suspenders peek out behind His coat, dapper look

We toil if we stay at home, I was told.

When we first met You infuriated me To no end But there was an end It was when I started to love you -Kel Dayheart

in thought in motions in place in self -Kel Dayheart

Only the best type of people Find solace in bookshelves -Kel Dayheart

I always click With the wrong people And I'm not just Talking about love -Kel Dayheart

Like a bucket of ice Tipped over the head I now think in Startling clarity -Kel Dayheart

Duress is only A few letters Away from Stress -Kel Dayheart