A Job to Do

Dear Mama, how you doing? It’s kind of hectic here.
I am doing a real good job, though why ain’t always clear.
Mama don’t you worry; there’s nothing that I lack.
My platoon is the very best, and we’ve got each other’s back.

Feelings, Unpunctuated

As the strings
Wrote a song, on my mind
An army of thoughts
Took positions