I Left My Room on a Sunny Day

My shoes are downstairs.
I will put them on to walk that way.
My hat makes me glad;
I bought it to be among les gens

My teeth are sharp.
They bite the meat.
I greet them at the party,
With a brilliant smile.

My coat was given to me by my father.
He died fighting for our country.
The civil service fed his family.

I walk down the street
And read the graffiti.
Thus, I walk into office
And receive my coffee.

The paper I read.
The lexicon of the Kindle.
I desire quite interesting selfhood.
And bleed, rebel blood from yankee
Needle,
To write with said and such
A dénouement of Artificial sweetener.