Globs of Glue

Tip of the tongue
Top of the teeth
Doing what it is he does
One million brilliant doves
Tip of the handle
Top of the bed
Doing what feels cool
Neglecting every written rule
Cause he is a fool and I’m his tool
Top of the morning
Tip of the drill
Doing what he wants
One million starved savants
Top of the mirror
Tip of the end
Hoping in a million days
He’s at least still my friend….