Tuesday, October 13, 2009

tomarrow will be better
i hope it's not much wetter
actually that would be cool
i'm glad i'm not in school
i do need some new clothes
and a nail polish for my toes
i don't wish i was dead
i wish i was rich instead
flying like an eagle
chewing on gold coins
magic muffin mr. man
i'll kick you in the groin
i should go to sleep now
i want to wake in sun
if the sky is covered in clouds
i can still have fun
you can throw a book right
of the window and shit
i wonder if the doctor will call
and tell me what it is
putting clothes into the dryer
and then come out dry
i don't give a flying fuck
you'll never see me cry.

(of this poem)