the words are as themselves
the ones that speak
sitting on shelfs engulfed in reader
writer something relationship
that bores so easily sometimes
yet inspires eyes and ears
and monkey rears that
are so red you think they will blow
up the sun with their epic heatness
kablammm!!!
the sun is gone
it is a speck of dust in universe
gods domain
one of his surprises
to man
like that time
one lady went into her house
on her birthday planning suicide
only to find a surprise party
filled with people she hates
but forced to act happy
and taken out of the self killing mindstate
enough to where she can no longer go through
with it and has to live in even more misery
from then on
oooohhh
how we make me laugh
a really sad laugh
but hurtingly funny
not even the idea of
a sunny day makes me smile
words have sort of lost
old connotations
don’t you think
maybe its
time for
some
ass?