Thursday, June 2, 2011
Her Lip Will Whisper Orange Cheeto Dust In Your Ear
When sunset rolls in, the crazy lip comes out.
The lip doesn't care about what you wear, or how
sexy your hair.
The lip may ask you for a ride to Denny's.
Usually that's not the lip asking that's just Daisy,
but when the lip wants something, it gets it.
The lip always wants to hang out with you.
Let it be your friend, and it will share a cheese
puff with you on a desert road on the weekend.
-A poem by the lip of Daisy.
Posted by Dana Orsborn