Try to manage complaints on an empty stomach.
"Just answer the question about the cat!"
Now, he didn't have to say when to show up. We already knew this was a Nazi-evil bastard, a damn brat kid wearing a black hunting cap, likely for squirrel
(to contrast out of season).
And what can the spring say upon your nasty return?
That we didn't know how much like typing with your left hand this would be. Wow.
Who's going to hit the space bar next month?
Just wipe your tonsils in the sink, of formaldehyde they stink.
Bitter alone, in a cage of sorts, caring for children, Claire strikes us as haggard.
Her fleeing now is immanent. Against scraggly old hair a lovely sheen--not dormant but certainly nothing overt, the kids won't be hurt. She can go.
The schoolyard cackles a coyote, the kids come back.
Not always for the noise...of a triangle struck just once, meaning: get back here, I see one.
Their hearing it is just fine.
So easy to miss, no one ever did. But first I gotta hear it, me apart. An incredibly dense and lush song:
The Good Life
by
Weezer.
Sure, you'll need headphones for the whole dose. Somehow easy to miss so much.... in the ears is that anger, having to have a chorus--and the conclusion is three or four vicious, heavily ironic crashes.
Your goddamn younger brother keeps popping up on Facebook, I have no time to add this kid.
"Just answer the question about the cat!"
Now, he didn't have to say when to show up. We already knew this was a Nazi-evil bastard, a damn brat kid wearing a black hunting cap, likely for squirrel
(to contrast out of season).
And what can the spring say upon your nasty return?
That we didn't know how much like typing with your left hand this would be. Wow.
Who's going to hit the space bar next month?
Just wipe your tonsils in the sink, of formaldehyde they stink.
Bitter alone, in a cage of sorts, caring for children, Claire strikes us as haggard.
Her fleeing now is immanent. Against scraggly old hair a lovely sheen--not dormant but certainly nothing overt, the kids won't be hurt. She can go.
The schoolyard cackles a coyote, the kids come back.
Not always for the noise...of a triangle struck just once, meaning: get back here, I see one.
Their hearing it is just fine.
So easy to miss, no one ever did. But first I gotta hear it, me apart. An incredibly dense and lush song:
The Good Life
by
Weezer.
Sure, you'll need headphones for the whole dose. Somehow easy to miss so much.... in the ears is that anger, having to have a chorus--and the conclusion is three or four vicious, heavily ironic crashes.
Your goddamn younger brother keeps popping up on Facebook, I have no time to add this kid.
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