i have decided..

Bushwah!

that i'm no longer going to write poetry. 

I know most of you here, my adoring fans that is, the three, perhaps four of you,

will be entirely distraught. 

But, i assure you. Have no fear. I'm just sick of being unhappy. I'm sick of making you

all so sad. Oh, I know this is a shortcut, but just hear me out. Quit crying. Do you need 

a tissue? Here, let me get one for you. 

Anyway, back to my decision. I'm going to mars. But i need some things. 

From you. 

 

I need: 

Bourbon from anyone living in Kentucky. 

Vodka from anyone living in Russia. 

Scotch from anyone living in Scotland. 

Tequila from anyone living in Mexico

A few good kegs of lager from anyone living in Germany. 

A keg or two of some IPA from anyone living in Munster, Indiana. 

Cigars from anyone living in Cuba.

Cigarettes form anyone living in Winston-Salem, North Carolina.

Champagne form anyone living in France. 

Orange Juice from anyone living in Florida. 

Milk from any of you Amish out there. 

A blanket or two made by your grandmothers

Some pot from anyone living in Humboldt county.

And a whole truckload of Cheez-its. 

this is not all for me, I swear. 

I'm having a party on Mars. With the martians. 

Would you like to come?

Reviews

[Megan]

hell i'm in if there's gonna be a truck load of Cheez-its!! and so long as there's no cheap vodka like Aristocrat :( that stuff is so nasty. Hah I think my friend Tony wouldn't mind coming too..he's quite the alcoholic and he will drink for me when we play a rousing game of beer-pong :D