i write shit,.
it's what i do, it's what i say ( i love you though)
the "S" word,.
common courtesy now absurd
dominating spell check like an MC to the mic
tired of no sleep tossed & turned last night,.
get it?
tired ?
of no sleep,...a pun, you big turd.
destination dead end, I now curb.
current mishap like a dishwasher,
endless cycle
dirty in., clean out, dirty in, clean out, dirty in,.....
knife jam.
disrupts the whole bloody cycle.
I'm trying to re-think my thoughts of previous 3 am
this was some brilliant stuff,
I'm good, no really, I am.
lost in a tussle, this is a local shop,
we don't want no trouble.
again, efforts equal rubble,
'member last friday, i spoke of (quite possibly)
sex & manufactured beats
oh' those were the hours, like in a good place,
like frilly pink flower sweet.
like this Palin chick, oh sorry, with the War! & all,
Gung-Ho!? her 19 yr old off to,...
well,..fight, ironic if he falls?
holy Hitler, he burned books, do you remember?
rumors now surface of
her similarities to that dufus.
removal of certain
objectionable to questionable literary wits
the list containing mr. burgesses Clock,
of which i hold in the highest lit
oh! when will these clouds piss & float away?
Monday, September 15, 2008
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