Good morning o’ Goodness. How do you do?
I’m finally up this morning and I’m thinking about you. 

I went the whole weekend with my head in research.
Being a nerd is what’s really word; my brain reveals lobe-girth.

Art imitates life whenever it is necessary to make a fine point.
So, I interview folk who parallel the characters in my scripted joints.

My scripted joints are inspired by life, kind of like the compositions of FARGO.
Society functions under a guise until society realizes the guise must go.

And it is there where I am inspired to write, yo.
There’s a right for every wrong and karma is always good to go.

Though beyond the writing, what else is there to be done?
Tell me, does building an empire sound like much fun?
What about when you realize that it has got to be done
if you intend for your residuals to go the long run?  — I do intend, hon.’

Mindful I am to dot every “i” and cross every “t,”
if I am to build lasting wealth for my legacy.

In addition to all that I have going on,
you, o’ Goodness are my favorite jones.
No matter what’s on my agenda, you have it going on.

For an opportunity to leisure with you — I’d yield myself prone
and chronicle a piece that feels like a song:

I’m loving you “AS.” — Yes!
Stevie Wonder conveys it best.

Oh, Monday, I do love you so.
I enjoyed the suns rise while sipping Cafe Bustelo.

The sun came up beautifully and it was well worth the wait.
What good are you nourishing to fruition on this day?

I hope you did kneel and pray before leaving the house.
Mondays are fundays with tendencies to louse.

I pray “louse” misses you
while goodness & opportunity kisses you.

When you kiss us back please make mine sweet,
I’m Qui
Good Morning o’ Goodness today is where creative congealing meets.