Tuesday, September 2, 2008

Whisker Face

Im feeling strangely ostracized and dead
A new yellow September melancholy
Im going to disappear into my beard,
Like Al Gore
Disappear into walks with the wife
And clipping the cat
Touring the gardens of Wallingford
Windbreakers and holey sneakers
The failure of broke
And missed relatives
Idaho is unaffordable
Tantalus awaits a paycheck
To release his record
Poor guy has poon fever.
And a spreadsheet vice tally.

Gravy laden minge
Makes everybody cringe

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