Friday, December 29, 2006

My Return

Ten thousand delving debutantes,
with spaghetti hair that glowed blood black
Expressed their deepest needs and wants,
while the dish-washer hung in the back.

His hands were wrinkled pink latrines,
the soap made them become bivouacs.
They slept on soapy miles of clean
Ate the whole diner in Chilliwack

I had the school before grade 2.
They forced me to behave askant.
My principal lost all his shoes,
We hid his camera at the dance.

Feed me critical chicken MacNuggets.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

almost there buddy, but you're mucking up the riddim in sum parts. you'll spiderclimb your way up if you keep at it.