April 2nd, 2005

how i feel

springward wetness was complete, the rain had left its home as sleet, but shallow towards the earth it fell, the sleet had melted into hell, and all the frozen tundra north of south was melted into mud, melted into mud and forth the little leaves were left to bud.

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stuck inside, have i died, go out the door?
muck outside, has it dried? do i implore?
wendys calls, from afar, with supersize
down the halls, to my car, think of the fries
eat me up! drink me down! with tomatoes
beat me up! make me drown! my body throws
a fit now, its lunchtime, time to eat fast
i'll burn through my wallet until it is past