(no subject)
woke up at 8 this morning after having some fucked up dreams that left me feeling kinda strange all day. got some shit done though. Finally faced the overdraft on my chequing account...which actually isn't as bad as I expected, bought some veggies, cleaned, finished laundry,sent out resumes, exercised, did some other stuff, sipped on a whiskey and coke,...argh just realized I forgot to take my fucked up shoes back..
Then there's this bullshit email...
"Write a short and simple poem based on the subject title of this email ("Shit Happens") and pass it along to see what others come up with." Sure okay.. Why not.. I'm bored as fuck..
Shit happens, as bombs fall..
Shit happens, as corpse dusting winds blow..
Shit.
Minds cease,
Eyes close,
Morality, something of which nobody knows.
Insight?
Wisdom?
Compassion?
Nein.
Shit happens.
While wealth, power and greed grow simple minds and simple certainties...
Shit happens.
bowels clenching,
preparing to release a horrid stench...
Shit happens.
uhh.. yeah I'm not good with poetry. k, do it!
Then there's this bullshit email...
"Write a short and simple poem based on the subject title of this email ("Shit Happens") and pass it along to see what others come up with." Sure okay.. Why not.. I'm bored as fuck..
Shit happens, as bombs fall..
Shit happens, as corpse dusting winds blow..
Shit.
Minds cease,
Eyes close,
Morality, something of which nobody knows.
Insight?
Wisdom?
Compassion?
Nein.
Shit happens.
While wealth, power and greed grow simple minds and simple certainties...
Shit happens.
bowels clenching,
preparing to release a horrid stench...
Shit happens.
uhh.. yeah I'm not good with poetry. k, do it!