Who When What

It was me
in the morning making some chartreuse guttural sound
in the daylight feeding that hungry hound
in the evening fighting urges not to hang around

It was you
in the morning greeting ribbons of the sun
in the daylight telling me my thoughts on life are overdone
in the evening feeding strychnine to all the things we once did for fun fun fun

Then it was them
in the morning glowing in my face
in the daytime showing likes we feel compelled to chase
in the evening  puppet masters toy with tender bytes in our cerebral space

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