Monday, September 8, 2008

082608- Night poem.

I am like eagle shit
I just fall from the sky
and noodles are flaccid and shiny
but they're not flaccid,
they're not shiny.

And I want to kiss your face.
And you're sexy as fuck
so have an Oreo cookie.
And if I could afford coke
I would do it.

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