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i'm in the mood to write one of those poems people write as they go along.
so here we go. i call this activity spontetry.
Brother leaves for work and he
calls goodbye, grabs the keys
shuts the doors, walks away
just the start, another day
parents watch TV
i sit
typing
typing
typing
shit
because i'm bored and jittery
caffeine always does that to me
plemons i see
stacked carefully
by someone weird
well he must be
(could be a she
androgony.)
as weird as me?
possibly.
but i would never put lemons on a stick
as a lolly, too bitter. it would make you
vom.
I call this poem: Bacon.
