Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Poem.

I'm farting from split pea soup and a potato knish
What the fuck is the guy doing?
HOW DOES HE NOT CARE WHAT I"M DOING?
When will this food fest end -  feel like exploding again
Fed my dog peanut butter
Fed my plant - plant food
Fed my heart a meeting
And looked at the floor the whole time
The speaker was a creeper
I am a mess
I just cried during New Girl
I'm so exhausted and bloated and I COOKED DINNER AT HOME
I'M GROWING I'M ALIVE I'M CHANGING
why?
I don't know what else to do.
There's no such thing as solo anal
I don't care what that chick said.
Sigh.............

Bye.

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