That's right folks, I'm lonely.
Dear anyone,
I'm hungry for loooooooooooove.
do what now?
So I'm done with work completely, how do i kill the next 15 hours of my life?
Pinball? Reading? Surfing the web? Talking on aim? who knows what it is i should be doing?
I visited the website laauuren has been working on, and it crashed my explorer. nice website laauuren.
Last night for dinner I met my sister and Jason at the Brazillian grill. The food was awesome. He said something that bothered me... there was a dessert or drink or something on the menu called "little peasant girl" and he turns to my sister and says "look honey, you're on the menu." What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you saying we are peasants? What a bastard thing to say to anyone. Does that make me the peasant boy? the peasant girl's brother?
I honestly almost stood up and walked out when he said that.
I haven't gone a single day without 2 or more drinks since monday august 16th.
I'm in the bender, I'm in the bender, I'm in the bender and that's how we get along.
It's poetry time!
Happy go lucky sappy go whacky, flappy like taffy the cartoon is daffy.
Grudgingly accept your gracious apology. Smiling politely with symptoms of autonomy.
An autocracy of sorts, we must build large forts. Defend our ground with b.b. gun salutes.
Wave the white flag and bury the old hag. She deserved what she got, I need a drink.
Pantomime, street dancer, mr. clown with balloon shapes. Rampaging elephant ran over my gate.
Parallel universe outside of this door. Can't find the keys to heaven's store.
I'll have a sandwich, make it real quick. Stupid angels in heaven can't make change out of pixy stix.
She Devil is lovely, she smoked me real good. Like a redneck NRA freak, she shot off my foot.
Thank you for reading my worthless poems, alas now it's time for me to go home!
Poetically inbred,
I'm Chris Masure
I'm hungry for loooooooooooove.
do what now?
So I'm done with work completely, how do i kill the next 15 hours of my life?
Pinball? Reading? Surfing the web? Talking on aim? who knows what it is i should be doing?
I visited the website laauuren has been working on, and it crashed my explorer. nice website laauuren.
Last night for dinner I met my sister and Jason at the Brazillian grill. The food was awesome. He said something that bothered me... there was a dessert or drink or something on the menu called "little peasant girl" and he turns to my sister and says "look honey, you're on the menu." What the hell is that supposed to mean? Are you saying we are peasants? What a bastard thing to say to anyone. Does that make me the peasant boy? the peasant girl's brother?
I honestly almost stood up and walked out when he said that.
I haven't gone a single day without 2 or more drinks since monday august 16th.
I'm in the bender, I'm in the bender, I'm in the bender and that's how we get along.
It's poetry time!
Happy go lucky sappy go whacky, flappy like taffy the cartoon is daffy.
Grudgingly accept your gracious apology. Smiling politely with symptoms of autonomy.
An autocracy of sorts, we must build large forts. Defend our ground with b.b. gun salutes.
Wave the white flag and bury the old hag. She deserved what she got, I need a drink.
Pantomime, street dancer, mr. clown with balloon shapes. Rampaging elephant ran over my gate.
Parallel universe outside of this door. Can't find the keys to heaven's store.
I'll have a sandwich, make it real quick. Stupid angels in heaven can't make change out of pixy stix.
She Devil is lovely, she smoked me real good. Like a redneck NRA freak, she shot off my foot.
Thank you for reading my worthless poems, alas now it's time for me to go home!
Poetically inbred,
I'm Chris Masure