Her hair is long and red.
Here eyes are green and furry.
Her skin is made of broken souls.
Good thing my vision’s blurry.
Tag Archives: Satisfaction
Nine Million Americans
I won’t lie…
I’m famous
For something really neat.
I posted “first”
On a youtube vid
And now my life’s complete.
Filed under Poems
The Black Truth
I want to be a member
Of the seething throng
Who wait outside at five A.M.
To buy a half-price thong.
But, alas, I am afflicted
With a terrible blight indeed.
It makes me feel as if already
I have everything I need.
Also, I have no money.
The Daily Travesty 