Sense Sonnet - Pumper

 Day's Conversation

You and I, we do always talk,

Beginning when we wake each day.

I tend to praise, you tend to mock.

You tend to curse, I tend to pray.

We talk of deeds we should get done

Through morning and through afternoon.

You gripe of stress, I hope for fun.

Day's end does tend to come so soon.

You and I, we do go to bed.

Of day gone by, I talk of good,

But you do talk of bad instead.

Agreement is unlikelihood.

Talk to and from myself just is

The way I go about my biz.