That Good Feeling

That good feeling…

It rolls off the tongue.

It drops like dew.

It beams like the sun—

the “I love yous.”

The climates change.

The water sprays.

The covers call: an afternoon snooze.

That good feeling, that good feeling— it beams like the sun,

the “I love yous.” That good feeling,

that good feeling— the whole world turns and sings with you.

The food tastes great,

and the music’s on.

The artist sings

your favorite song.

And the planets spin in syncrity,

revolving round your sacral seam.

And the planets spin in syncrity— turning together,

wild and free.

You open the door

and welcome the world.

A portal forms;

you remember your title:

That good feeling, that good feeling— it beams like the sun,

the “I love yous.” That good feeling,

that good feeling— the planets turn in syncrity.

You remember your title:

a GOAT-yeeting blinger who bangs all his rivals.

That good feeling!

That good feeling!