(no subject)
The Munich Conference as my monthly spotlight
The father of all cruelty is my own cowardice
It’s as if my guts got thrown off a train
I smiled
Then got overwhelmed
He kissed me
Then kissed her
And she cried
And I laughed a dismal shriek
And you told me to find this golden mean
Which never even made any sense to me in the first place
With all your assumptions
All your theological juxtapositions
You don’t know what you’re assuming
It’s like a children’s book
Like the one with the mythological creatures
I used to be a dragon
But now I’m carpet
-Brown beige
(But my mom calls it desert sand)
And you said ‘awww’
When you felt the texture
You don’t mind the mediocrity
So I ate a bagel
And he told me bagels aren’t complex carbohydrates
And my mom cried
And my dad showed me how to clean a toilet seat with a toothbrush
While his dad read him bed time stories
And her dad gave her answers
My mom gave me dolls
-I cut their hair
And put cola in baby bottles
And for what?
A good game of house?
It was a good game
But airline was better
-Unfortunately my friend always had to leave for ballet
Now I stand here
Having accepted google and tetris as my personal savior(s)
No mission in mind
While your finishing off what you valiantly started
I’m giving up on what I wasn’t smart enough to finish
Contradicting my arms
Bending my spleen
Missing my tonsils
Crafting an armistice to make with my dog
Putting rocks in my pockets
And then proceeding to realize that pockets don’t suit me
Hence throwing the rocks at your head
-It’s just a prank of sheer boredom
I thought I might have been a good Trappist monk
But now I envision Buddhists with martinis and your mom
The father of all cruelty is my own cowardice
It’s as if my guts got thrown off a train
I smiled
Then got overwhelmed
He kissed me
Then kissed her
And she cried
And I laughed a dismal shriek
And you told me to find this golden mean
Which never even made any sense to me in the first place
With all your assumptions
All your theological juxtapositions
You don’t know what you’re assuming
It’s like a children’s book
Like the one with the mythological creatures
I used to be a dragon
But now I’m carpet
-Brown beige
(But my mom calls it desert sand)
And you said ‘awww’
When you felt the texture
You don’t mind the mediocrity
So I ate a bagel
And he told me bagels aren’t complex carbohydrates
And my mom cried
And my dad showed me how to clean a toilet seat with a toothbrush
While his dad read him bed time stories
And her dad gave her answers
My mom gave me dolls
-I cut their hair
And put cola in baby bottles
And for what?
A good game of house?
It was a good game
But airline was better
-Unfortunately my friend always had to leave for ballet
Now I stand here
Having accepted google and tetris as my personal savior(s)
No mission in mind
While your finishing off what you valiantly started
I’m giving up on what I wasn’t smart enough to finish
Contradicting my arms
Bending my spleen
Missing my tonsils
Crafting an armistice to make with my dog
Putting rocks in my pockets
And then proceeding to realize that pockets don’t suit me
Hence throwing the rocks at your head
-It’s just a prank of sheer boredom
I thought I might have been a good Trappist monk
But now I envision Buddhists with martinis and your mom