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Upon my sleeve my heart resides
so garishly displayed...

all broken, cracked, and damaged

from the debts that it has paid.


So I remove my stupid shirt,

and I throw it in the sea.

Now here I go in my big ol’ bra

to see what’s on tv.

I watched Atonement, cause I like
that James McAvoy chap quite a bit.

But the movie’s ending really sucked
I nearly pitched a fit.


There’s no one here online tonight

What a pity...cause here I sit.

Ah well, their loss, the sorry bunch

They can all just kiss my grits.


I guess I’ll try to go to sleep

Perhaps I’ll dream I’m thin...

and that I have a boyfriend
who’s got a lopsided grin.


His hair hangs boyishly in his eyes

when he poignantly looks my way...

I cannot mistake the longing;

no words he has to say.


He’ll throw me up against the wall

and give it to me good.

And then he’ll cook me breakfast
the way all boyfriends should.

And so I bid you all adieu for now,

and fall into slumbering bliss..

and if my poem you don’t like,

my ass then you may kiss.


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