benzedrink kept me awake, barbituates sent me to sleep

Funny how many poets there are out there.

They actually consider themselves poets.

They write about Comic-Con and Cherry-blossoms

and goth love that goes astray amid Manga animation.

They wear their lacy tops and fishnet stockings.

(Even some men)

Often they're fat and they wear leather boots with six inch heels.

There's no way I could get horny for women like this.

I have standards.

I love nerdy skinny sexy women who wear glasses

and know how to pronounce "savant."

(not like the insect)

Where do we go now, from here?

We go there?

Too hilly and my breaks are scraping against metal 

because they need new pads.

Sometime I get tired of writing in the middle

of a sentence.

That's how f****n' lazy I am.

So (as I burp from the Fireball whiskey I've just ingested)

I'm stopping this goddamn thing right now.

Becausesssssssssssssssssss...

I just want to.

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[GlendaK]

This reminds me of my son's first girlfriend who sent him a note that said, "I like you as a friend. P.S. We can be only be friends."