You guys are probably getting sick of all these posts taking up your friends updates, huh? I can't help it if I write a lot and want to post all my poems right away! (Even if no one is reading them.) Anyway, here's another poem. Not as the two right before it, but still, a poem.
One Dimensional
Uptight (everything is not alright)
and I could quote Stevie Wonder
at you all night, but that wouldn’t
change the fact that
you are just so fucking square.
You’re just like a flattened box,
like someone just stepped
on you or pulled you apart.
Either way, you’ve lost
any semblance of what it means
to be a living, breathing human.
No, it’s not alright to be you.
Plus, I'm happy because one of my favorite Soul Coughing songs that I haven't heard in forever is on. :D