A Futile Exercise in Poetry

poem?

What do you mean?

You've gotta be dedicated to your work.

I can't get enough goddamn stimulus.

Not enough sleep

too much caffeine

not enough food

toomuch too much too much curry

too much beer

not enough alone time

so so so what

not enough sex

bad bad bad sex

nowhere nothing bad sex

why won't you let me penetrate you?


carpal tunnel
carpe diem
chutes and ladders
noel and liam

songs in the key of liposuction
you're the one for me fatty
sheila take a sheila take a bow
lip up fatty I lip up fatty fat

Stevie Wonder, why did you sell your song to Sunkist?

Why don't you return my phone calls?
Why don't you answer my letters my emails the words I scratch in your bathroom mirrors?

I used to think you were a monster, a huge looming behemoth leviathan tiamat beast of the deep.
Now I know,
that you're a little porcelain ballerina,
sitting on my mother's mantle place,
a little porcelain ballerina,
with a mean dirty mouth.
You're pretty so pretty so come and dance with me...