I was eating another lollipop today
I eat them so I won’t go buy coffee
There are two Starbucks in my building
Tempting me with frothy milk and dark chocolates
My phone rings
So I answer it
Taking the lollipop out of my mouth to do so
I’m talking
and
I’m moving my hands around
and
I get the lollipop stuck in my hair
I am, in fact, the most special of special people in the whole wide world
CW
They're paying you to write poetry now? Only if it's self-deprecating!
ReplyDeleteFood Poisoning
ReplyDeleteOh MSM Deli how I love thee,
With your endless beer selection and delicious deli offerings
Like your Club Sandwich—filled with bacon, turkey and avocado.
How could you taste so good?
And then wake me, the next morning, puking so hard my nose bled,
Red and shame spilling down my face.
But the shame does not belong to me, it belongs to you!
Oh MSM Deli!
How could you? How could you?
Poor Leslye;
No, Poor Joe.
JB - I write self-deprecating poetry all the time, you should see my writing journals – they’re filled with the crap… although I don’t consider this more of a cleverly spaced evaluation of my spazziness... CW
ReplyDeleteLW - Your story is disturbing on many levels… CW