Portrait of a Rich Poet, December 19th, 2009, Indiana
I read fifty pages of my assets record. I laughed at all meanings of the word "poor". I fit into several of my racecars. I spent ten minutes sorting Fabergé eggs on my desk.
i'm not going to be able to focus on the mutual-poetry extravaganza until next semester begins. i have shit on my plate, and it's a lot of shit on a small plate.
I laughed when I read, "I fit into several of my racecars."
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i'm not going to be able to focus on the mutual-poetry extravaganza until next semester begins. i have shit on my plate, and it's a lot of shit on a small plate.
Did you have to look up the correct spelling of "Fabergé"? cuz I would of had to.
ReplyDeletei did not as i am the smartest person ever born, none will top my intellectual supremacy
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