Let me tell you a secret
I hate the words poetry and poem
Every time I say them or hear them
I feel like I just fed tulips to a rainbow pony
They sound all…
(think of a word dammit!)
Fru-Fru

When someone asks me
What I like to do
I say I write poetry
And a voice in my head says’ “ Well La-Dee-Da, what flavor would you like your mocha cappuccino?”
But the person who asked the first question
Always gives me a look of REALLY?
Totally polite
But I’m sure when I’m not around
They’re guffawing
Over my bleeding heart liberal fag metro sexual pretentious beret wearing snob elitist pipedream
Wish of a profession
When they ask I cant do what I want to
That is
Grab them by the polyester collar and shout
The goal of my words is to warp your mind!
And burn down your civilization
Before pissing in its ashes!

Cant really say that
No sadly not
I’ll let the words do the wrecking

Let me tell you another secret
I only write about writing
When I’m out of ideas
Otherwise
Its just metaphorical masturbation for snobs

interesting...

I find that Glenlivet, 30 yr,old scotch can have a magically calming effect on the soul.

You should try it! On the rocks is best, in a wide glass.

Is this a test?


I think we failed

no bad

test? failed? huh?
i have no idea what u guys r talking about...

It's all good, Lizard!!!

Excellent! I love it. Sharp words thrown out on paper with razor sharp edges. Fabulous~

Test me...not see if I was awake. It woke me up.