Name' sake

Adams atoms.

A curious retention,

Of past suspension, 

Taken in the course of a vein.

They say I'm good, 

You think im not -

But as a transplant,

I must refrain.

I'll take the judgment of dogs,

That can see through the fog,

And sense my true name.

My sympathetic nervous system,

has gone awry,

Sadly, In most cases,

I just look for the lie.

Something,  Something,  Something . . . .

Mornin peeps 👋😏

☕️