Who likes bugs?
They hide everywhere in our house; in your hair...
I stare at the pale green screen
where no one is ever mean...
Money's not resting
anywhere but in pockets...
The Long Poem
This poem goes on and on...
THE FUNNY MAN
in a busting street...
There once was a paternal farce
Whose presence was often times sparse...
WARNING: This is a really stupid poem..
I woke up one day without warning...
A lady considers it a sign of class,
When a gentleman leaves the seat down...
Why is it that women
have to go through all the pain...
I searched in the East and marvelled at the...
I searched in the West and discovered the...
Compasses in hands across the land;
Let us gather around and make a plan...
Blue.
Beautiful...