Angels, Misogynists, Mothers , Babies
By the time I reach 100 I am most likely still going to be crunched over the screen wide-eyed writing essays.
And I still will sit here until the last undying moment of time, I will sit and wait
until the last tear and sweat bead of coffee drips from my tiny sorry pores. I will wait until the very
end of time ,the last final moment that there is to write one tiny feeble sentence. Under the spot light, the pigeons
with their eyes on me waiting and watching for something to happen as the light line blinks on and off and again for the rest of this tiny little gay life of mine.
"Miss Pope, it is evident very little time was put into this essay.
And the large font isn't fooling anyone.
C+"
And I still will sit here until the last undying moment of time, I will sit and wait
until the last tear and sweat bead of coffee drips from my tiny sorry pores. I will wait until the very
end of time ,the last final moment that there is to write one tiny feeble sentence. Under the spot light, the pigeons
with their eyes on me waiting and watching for something to happen as the light line blinks on and off and again for the rest of this tiny little gay life of mine.
"Miss Pope, it is evident very little time was put into this essay.
And the large font isn't fooling anyone.
C+"